I turn 49 today. I am almost unreasonably happy about this ... which is
little odd, because even though I'm not a person who laments birthdays -- I
generally love them all -- birthdays that end in "9" have always felt
somewhat shocking to me. I think, "Wait a minute ... am I at the end of a
decade? So soon? How the hell did that happen?"
But this year, for some reason, I hadn't thought much about it until a few
days ago, while ...