Yeah, I may be older... but I'm not THAT flavor of "older."
> Location, location, location: I work near Valley Forge, commute there from the Lehigh Valley (my home's north of Allentown), and have sons who live on Long Island, so my availability-territory isn't limited to just where I live; it's more of a broad swath of the eastern seaboard and inland a smidgen. In other words: I may not live down the block, but I already drive a bunch, so even if you don't live five minutes away that may not pose much of an issue (though YOUR mileage may vary, and I get that). And FWIW, moving closer to Philadelphia is under very serious consideration; my scenic mostly-rural commute is lovely and relaxing, but the twice-daily epic journey is silly... and let's not even get into the sheer joy it is in winter weather.
> First marriage: after eight years of an on/off relationship, my first wife and I finally tied the knot when we were 34... and I was widowed by age 35. I married her knowing she was ill; we had high hopes she'd beat the disease. However, her illness had other plans and took her down before we made it to even one anniversary. That experience reshaped me in more ways than I can enumerate here.
> Wife 2.0: we were together for more than fourteen years, including eleven of marriage and ten of parenthood, until she moved out (it's a long story as to why, featuring two people who grew distant and the appearance in her life of Mr. Catalyst). For the next two years, I was effectively a single dad, caring for our school-age sons day in and day out; at that point, we decided the local school systems weren't up to snuff, so we upended their lives again and moved them to her place on Long Island, where they remain. She and I divorced four years later (her idea and expense); now, we're better friends than we were a decade ago, respect each other, and can even joke about our shared past.
> Those two now-adult sons are amazing young men, and I love 'em more than mere words can explain (though I try).
> Having two sons means I don't have scads of cash to play with, let alone survive; child support, health coverage for them plus me, and both in college eats income like a hungry dog who's found the kibble stash. Come retirement I may be negotiating with the cat for which one of us gets the first bite of dinner (though I have the advantage of opposable thumbs and superior skills with a can opener).