If its over 80, and I'm walking, the chances that I've got a cigar lit are pretty low.
Back in college I volunteered to work a hole (convey yardage, playing yardage, give out beer, water, and prize bags) with a buddy of mine at his Dad's company golf tourny. It was miserably hot and I got sunburned that day despite having and using sunscreen, and having a bit of a tan already. I saw two things that day that I'll never forget. The first was a guy that was so drunk he could barely walk. He asked for the yardage, pointed toward the flag, and asked if it was indeed the position of the flag, took his set up, and put the ball within 10 feet of the hole. The second was a man of about 80 (could have been older, but I don't want to exaggerate). There was something about him I couldn't quite put my finger on. He was well-dressed, but it was more than that. He took a puff from his pipe, put the stem down his back pocket with the bowl facing out, and proceeded to put the ball on the green. I didn't see him at the dinner/reception, so I don't know who he was, and even though I don't know much about him, it seemed like the kind of man I'd like to be at that age. Realistically, we'll all be lucky to be alive and mobile at 80+.