E ven when life’s storms rage, we Americans are privileged to seek “ports of peace” that are welcoming, even if only for a few hours. There, we re-charge to face another day, with hopes re-kindled.We who admit to being senior adults found such joy recently on a beautiful fall afternoon in Duncanville, TX, where 500 or so folks whose average age teetered on ancient numbers gathered for an elixir of music and humor.It was three hours young people wouldn’t sit still for, but the kind we seniors kindly give up our naps for, even yelling--okay, maybe more like gasping--for “more,