William F.
Nolan and George Clayton Johnson really were
futurists. We didn’t want to believe their 1967 novel, Logan’s Run, about the annihilation of “old” people—anyone over
21—so by the time the 1976 movie came along, the studio had stretched the
death-age to 30. Whoohoo. This week reality hit the fan …
“As Dick Cheney recovers from heart
transplant surgery, questions are being raised about whether the former vice
president is too old for a new heart.
Cheney,
71, who received the new heart Saturday at a hospital in Falls Church, Va., has
been on the cardiac transplant list for more than 20 months.
Some medical centers will not perform a
heart transplant on patient over 65, but other major centers will perform
transplants on patients who are as old as 72. …”
The only difference between then and now is our death sentence
reaches all the way to 65, and it isn’t a book or a movie—it’s reality. My
sweet Grandma Connelly’s pink-cheeked face floated through my mind. She was 73
in 1976. Based on the movie, I wouldn’t have been born—wow—great population control.
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