I had a great-grandfather who didn't do much in his final years except read the Bible and calculate which would end first, the world or himself. Probably he hoped they would be simultaneous but it didn't work out that way. He lived through his first two doom days, one in the 1930s and one in the 1940s [if I am to believe his daughter who was my grandmother]. But he didn't live to see that his third prediction, in the '50s also didn't come true. As I write I remember a picture of the gaunt cheeked, white mustachio-ed farmer in his overalls. I don't actually remember him. Only the members of his church and a few neighbors knew of his predictions.
Of course, I think of him when I read predictions like the most recent that said the world was ending yesterday. A wonderful riff on the non-event has been posted by Bob Bradly of PureLandMountain blog which can be clicked in my sidebar to your right. Bob has a way with words and ideas which is why I've been reading his blog for quite some time. I recommend you treat yourself with a quick click.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!