Camping isn’t for everyone. Many seniors prefer the comforts of so-called civilization. They’re content to loll in air-conditioned bliss, just steps from fridge and TV. There’s no worry if a sudden thunderstorm strikes outside the window, nor a bear invading their house.

Committed senior campers enjoy the challenges of living in sync with nature, breathing the fresh air, hiking among the trees and preparing food as their ancestors did. The advantages of camping as a lifestyle are many and varied. For example:

According to Popular Mechanics, at a lab trial a robot actually simulated a successful flight and landing of a Boeing 737. Experts predict that it’s just a matter of time before you’ll travel on flights piloted by robots.

Could anything possibly go wrong when you’re a passenger on a real flight with a mechanical pilot? We can only imagine such statements that follow the announcement: this is your robot captain speaking:

We’re about to take off, so fasten your seat belts and get comfy while the flight attendant oils up my joints.

Please do not be concerned if you hear heavy metal music and loud breathing from the cockpit. The flight attendant has volunteered to welcome your robot pilot to the Mile High Club.

Will those drunken passengers in the cheap seats please quiet down. If you don’t, my robot cops will drag your sorry butts down the aisle and toss you off the flight.

In just a few minutes, we will be landing in Omaha. Oops, squawk, arp, clank. Or maybe Orlando. Squeak, clank, gulp. Or is it Oslo? Blick, crank, pop. I’m a bit rusty remembering names.

The secret for getting enough exercise on the road is to take a moment to consider how you can fit it all in. When you believe your schedule doesn’t allow one spare moment, it's time to do something about it.

In an airport, in flight, waiting in line, riding the train, don’t just watch TV. Do you really need to sit there when the awful (are there any other kind?) commercials are blinking out at you?

Senior Contributor Bob K., Tucson AZ: Confession time! I was an addicted senior! I take an occasional drink. I don't smoke. However, after I retired some 10 years ago and we moved from the cold, cold East to the hot, hot Arizona, I discovered the wonderful world of blackjack and video poker.

Because of laws that allowed gambling on Native American tribal lands that went into effect about 30 years ago, dozens of casinos have sprung up across America from Connecticut to California. In my retirement city alone, there are four Native American-owned casinos all within a 35-minute drive from my house. Additionally, with cheap airfare and low-priced hotel packages, I am a one-hour flight away from the senior citizen's paradise of Las Vegas, Nevada.