Turning 40 didn't faze me a bit.
Same for 50. Half a century? No sweat.
But I found 60 to be a bit of a different animal. It just sounds so much older than 59.
Two years later, 62 is no treat either.
Yes, that is actually me in that picture. I am guessing I am all of 23 or 24 in that shot, taken in the pool at my aunt's home in Hollywood, Fla., when we trekked down there for my cousin's wedding. That's mom next to me.
How cheap am I? I took the train down there. Stayed up all night in the bar car.
I guess those are the things you do when you are 23 or 24.
Certainly not at 62.
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