I think my family knows me too well. In this week's print column, I talk a little about the notion of being 60. And this overriding thought: Why does 60 sound so much older than 59? I should do something special today for my last day as a 50-something. Yeah, I'll probably read three of four newspapers. Once a newsman, always a newsman. Blog? Sure, I blog. But nothing will ever substitute for the tactile feel - and smell - of holding a newspaper in my hands.