As soon as I decided to get Older, I instantly started booking parts: the dying grandpa, the crotchety neighbor, the lonely widower, the grizzled retiree with nothing to lose. I didn’t have to compete with nearly as many actors at each audition—plus I had the youth and energy of my actual years on earth, while appearing to be late-70s. Few people even noticed that I didn’t have the wisdom or experience that my appearance implied. Sure, my hips hurt, and no one really sees me as a sex symbol anymore. But what can you do? I just want to act.