What do Magic, Barbie, Mike Pence, me and everyone else born in 1959 have in common?

I don’t think often about my age.

When someone asks my age, usually I pause momentarily before answering because I’m not always sure how old I am.

I figure it out. Do the math quickly. I am not in denial. My friends and family know how old I am exactly. That is all that matters. Age is not a big deal in my world.

Born in 1959.

Sixty something.

Two questions:

1. Where did time go?

2. How did I get this far?

For some unexplainable reason, last week, I checked out famous people who are my age. Age was an issue last weekend with attention being placed on retiree Adam Wainwright, who is a whopping 42 years old.

Uncle Charlie. Old in sports years. A pup in life. I caught that irony when he received a puppy as a gift from the Cardinals. Together, they’re starting new lives. Two pups, really. For the record, that’s about as deep as I get.

Who else is my age and born in 1959?

• John McEnroe, tennis player. Still feisty. I like that about him.

• Mike Pence, politician. Kidding? I thought he was my dad’s age.

• Jason Alexander, actor, “Seinfeld.” George Costanza. Humbling.

• Linda Blair, actor, “The Exorcist.” She still scares me from memories of that split-pea throw-up scene in “The Exorcist” movie. That was a lot for a young teen to watch on a big screen in 1973.

• It doesn’t count, but Barbie the doll got her start in 1959, too. One of my life’s greatest accomplishments is that I have been able to ignore Barbie and all her dream cars, careers and wardrobe.

That makes us late baby boomers. The “Romper Room” Generation. Watched “American Bandstand,” “Soul Train” and “Game of the Week” on weekends. Technology free. Hitch hikers.

We’re not eligible for Medicare yet. But we’re darned close. A good sign of our age is we say and write “darned” more often.

You can add celebrities Simon Cowell, “Weird Al” Yankovic, Matthew Modine and David Hyde Pierce (“Frasier”) to the group. Along with athletes Lawrence Taylor, Magic Johnson, Ryne Sandberg and NFL boss Roger Goodell.

My life classmates.

We’re old enough for senior discounts but we’re not ready to ask for one yet.

We were teens in the 1970s.

Grandparents today.

I’m good with being the same age as Magic. I’m not quite as good with being the same age as “Weird Al” or Goodell.

Me. Magic. Ryno. “Weird Al.” “Frasier.” LT. Strangers. Put us all in the same room and let us compare life notes. I bet that we’d agree that as different as we are, together we have reached that special time in our lives when …

• We avoid risk.

• We avoid sleeping in beds not our own and away from our home.

• We prefer not staying up late.

• We avoid crowds.

• We are aware of our sugar and salt intake.

• We avoid discomfort, period.

A few things about age as Magic, Pence, “Weird Al,” Ryno, Frasier and Scary Exorcist Girl and I gracefully move forward in life:

• 60s are the new 40s. We spend too much time in our lives trying to look older and too much time trying to look younger. Give it up.

• Somebody has to be the oldest guy in the room. It may as well be me.

• Skipping a birthday doesn’t allow you to not add a year. Nice try.

• No reason to think much about your age. It’s not going to change it.

• Aging is a privilege. It’s not a right. Treat it so.

• Remember what our moms once told us, “Act your age!” I’m still not sure what that means. But I think it means be yourself.