Ancient

I read, while scouring a newspaper, a curious note about a skeleton.
Ancient Skeleton Found, it said. That caught my eye easily enough.
The world has a long and colourful history, and my thoughts, reasonably enough, tumbled back in time to the crumbled remnants of churches, man's first footprints, the twilight before the dawn of the modern age.
Ancient, they said. So I examined the article.
It was with a twinge of disappointment that I got to the bones of the story: the skeleton was estimated to be about one hundred years old.
There are, I believe, quite a few men and women older than the Ancient Skeleton, and they are driving cars and reading newspapers without need of spectacles, and generally going about their business without the notion that they ought to be on exhibition in a museum.