Turning Signals

(Welcome to the NRAAAARP!)

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For me, next week will be special, unless I die first. If I die, it will still be a special week, depending on who you ask, but probably not for that guy I still haven’t paid off from last year’s Super Bowl.

Next week, if I don’t run out of grace, luck, and medication, I’ll have another birthday. I will turn sixty-one. (And speaking of wagering, lots of us who grew up in the Sixties would’ve bet we’d never even see the other side of thirty.)

Sixty-one. I...