I went to the Dallas quilt show recently and didn't realize until later when I was sorting my purse that I had been charged the senior rate, although I am 2 years too young for the posted cut-off. I didn't notice at the time because I didn't remember what the ticket price was supposed to be (a senior moment, no doubt). I don't know if I'm happy to have saved that dollar.
When I go to "antique" stores, almost everything seems like a flash-back to my youth. Sigh. I tell myself that there just aren't a lot of real antiques in Texas because almost nobody lived here before air conditioning. Seriously, to be an antique, doesn't it have to be at least a hundred years old, unless it's a car? "Vintage" just means "old enough that most have been pitched".