That's not really the meaning of soixante-huitard, but it applies in this case. I am a soixante-huitard, broadly speaking, carrying within me the spirit of France's May 1968 events. And I am also 68 years old. Today.
I'll be going out for a walk in the vineyard with Callie the collie in a few minutes. And then between 9 and noon I'll be cooking my birthday dinner: a spit-roasted capon with sausage/mushroom stuffing, some baked sweet potatoes, and some Tuscan (dinosaur) kale from our 2016 vegetable garden. Bon anniversaire, et bon appétit !