I’ve never been able to keep birthdays straight — not even my own. For years I thought I knew how old I was, but one morning, after criticizing an athlete (whom I knew to be my own age) for claiming he was two years younger than he was, my wife calmly asked me how old I was. I said, “46.” To which she said, “No you’re not. You’re 44.” I gained two years on my life that morning, and realized... Read more