I turned 55 last August and decided a number is only that. A number is a line on a dial, a grasp at definition, a point from which all relativity must flow. For some, it may be an attempt to characterize one’s personality. For…
The other day I received an email from a longtime friend — someone I’ve partied with, worked on non-profit events to raise funds in our community, someone I’ve philosophized about the world with — and I read it, thinking it was going to be one of those…
