I’m jealous of my brother and sister. As I seem to fade into stereotypical “senior” looks, they don’t. You can’t miss either of them strolling down the sidewalk. They have managed to not become “invisible” like so many of the rest of us.
My brother is 66, about 6’ tall, skinny as a rail, with a Jesus beard and long flowing white-gray locks. Sandals and bell-bottom jeans are frequently in the picture. I double dare you to not look at him as you pass him by.