I applied for Medicare today. One is eligible at age sixty-five, but you apply three months before that momentous birthday. It’s all done online, if the servers work correctly. I had to restart a couple of times. But I got ‘er done, have my registration number and will await an avalanche of direct mail offers of Part B coverage.
The irony is that I already have excellent coverage. Now Medicare will pay my HMO to take care of me, but it costs me $100 a month. Go figure.