The American Artist Robert Andrew Parker turned 90 this week. He feels like he is 180 or 190 years old, he says. But he seems miraculously ageless when he talks, paints, or riffs on drums. Parker is a painter and printmaker who still goes to his studio every day, a drummer who still plays gigs every Saturday night, and a committed pacifist who maintains a lively interest in politics and culture. He’s understandably not happy that his drums are now too heavy for him to pack up on his own after his Saturday gigs, or that he can no longer go parachuting, or that, because of macular degeneration, he can no longer read, fish, or bike. But, to the outward observer, in his maturity Parker radiates the character, strength, talent, and love of play that has carried him far in his life and his career.