This mailing usually comes in a window envelope, my name and address showing through the cellophane. That’s the only information on it, except “No Postage Necessary if Mailed in the United States.” I’m 62, but these people have been after me for years. They are as wrong as AARP and the relentless mail barrage I was subject to starting when I turned 45. Now, you can’t join AARP until you turn 50, so it must have been vital that I not miss out or forget to join their organization. They must have figured that I was on my way to Alzheimer’s since they sent “reminders” at least once a month. However, AARP is benign (I’m a member, now), not crossing that line between helping us older folks and pushing us to contemplate that long gaze into eternity.