Fifty is somewhat less than nifty
For as long as I can remember, I’ve assumed I would live to be one hundred years old. I’m not quite sure how I came up with that age. I’m not clairvoyant. No angel came to me in a dream and told me that I would live for a century. It’s just what it is. So imagine my surprise recently when I turned fifty and realized that I was HALFWAY THERE. “WTF?”, as my students would say. How the hell did that happen?! Every birthday…