And there it was. On my 67th birthday, at a restaurant in downtown Coeur d'Alene Sunday evening, a waitress with coffee-brown, black eyes and long lashes asked the question every Seasoned Citizen dreads: "How YOUNG are you." I've never been asked that question before. I responded, "Do I really look that old?" She didn't answer. We gave her a good tip any way. Here's your Monday Wild Card ...