I Turned Sixty a Few Days Ago.
And I’m feeling cautiously optimistic.
It’s a cliche to say that time flies, but that’s what I’m feeling. I’m sixty years old, my daughter is almost thirty-five, and it’s already the second decade of the twenty-first century.
I can remember when people said things like “Maybe in the twenty-first century…,” meaning far, far into the future: so far that is was…