THE FORTY-SOMETHING GENERATION April 24, 2007
Warning: gun talk up ahead.
This May 12th I’ll be 61 years old. To my readers who are a great deal younger, I know this seems ancient, but believe me, it doesn’t seem that way from the inside. When you’re looking out at the universe with eyes the age of mine (and it’ll happen to you so soon it’ll make your head spin), it won’t seem ancient to you, either. Everything that you love — pretty girls, steak and lobster, Jameson’s, “Foggy Mountain Breakdown” — I love, too. The difference is, I’ve learned …