Today I turn 50 years old! I can now claim a half century of life. I’ve been looking forward to this—honestly!
You see, I was lucky to be born in 1960, a good year for people who can’t remember how old they are. It’s easy to figure your age from a decade year. Unfortunately, my birthday doesn’t come until the 10th month of that year, so the best I can do is figure the age I’ll turn once the year is practically finished.
Not this year! No figuring needed—50 is 50! I’ll have no problem remembering how old I am this year. I’m 50, dammit! That will be my mantra for the next 365 days. Continue reading
