I've always had a love-hate relationship with my birthday.
When I was a kid, it was always a harbinger to summer's end.
Now that I'm and adult (allegedly) I'm faced with another dilemma. This is likely the last birthday I will 'celebrate.'
Oh, I guess they will still roll around each year. But this is the last time I really want to blow out any candles. Today I turn 59. I have no interest in being 60. I explain in my print column today.
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