Get Your Kicks on Route 66

Around the year I was born, and well into my adolescence, women who were 66 years old were pictured like this, because, indeed, most of them looked and dressed and wore their hair like this. My grandmother did, although she never drove a convertible. However, things change, and now 66 looks like this. Oh, and […]

I’m Too Young to Be This Age

This is sixty? I’ve been sixty for about ten weeks now, and I still don’t know what I think of it. For the past ten years, I’ve been steadfastly tossing membership invitations from the AARP in the shredder. Wouldn’t be strictly accurate for me to join. The initials, after all, originally stood for the American […]