09 September 2014

On Turning Half a Hundred

Oh, what a night.  Remember that song? Well, all of us who were conceived in late December, 1963, will be turning 50 years old this month. I'm one of 'em.

(If you want something a little more contemporary, try this version-)

Anyway, turning 50 is awfully anti-climactic.  Forty is the age when everyone is mean to you (black stuff everywhere, and so on). At fifty, nothing much changes.

(That's all. I think an anti-climactic post is suitable for an anti-climactic birthday.)

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