In The Final Moments of My 51st Year

As I write this, I will be fifty-two years old in exactly one half-hour. That means that by the time I actually finish this I’ll have been fifty-two for about two hours, because these days I have trouble seeing the keyboard, and oftentimes forget what I’m saying right in the middle of … something. Plus, [Read More…]

Operation 51st Birthday: The Morning After

As this morning I reflect back upon the Culture and Cuisine-a-thon to which, with such gleeful abandon, my wife and I last night gave ourselves over, I cannot help but be cognizant of the fact that herein and at this moment I have adapted as mine own the prose style of an 18th-century fop. Why [Read More…]