By whatever methodology of measure you elect to utilize, I am not a young man. I have not been so for a while now. The other day I celebrated my 69th birthday by mowing and fertilizing the lawn. Brothers being brothers, one of mine reminded me that as of my birthday this year I was beginning my 70th circuit around the sun. Thanks Mike, now pass me the foam encounter bat, you fellow old curmudgeon. My wife, for my birthday this year, bought me a coffee mug with my name on it. I deduced that she was afraid that with my advancing decrepitude I might not remember who I was… let it alone my name.
However, the real kicker Continue reading “It is official: I am old”