Today is my 55th birthday. The Sammy Hagar tune “I Can’t Drive 55” keeps running through my head. It occurs to me that someday my kids will take my car keys away from me. After all, I am creeping closer to that golden age. I just hope to God that when they do, it’s the result of a high speed chase across multiple counties and not because of some embarrassing fender bender in a Costco parking lot. But back to the birthday, it’s a weird…
There has been some chatter and whispering lately about a new man in my life. Frankly, I am a little surprised that anyone is particularly interested. It seems there are better things to do, like arguing politics on Facebook or taking a selfie on the side of a cliff or word bombing the Wikipedia page of someone you hate. Still, the emails and questions keep rolling in, and I'm feeling pressured to address the subject. While it is perhaps a bit premature to disclose at this early stage of…
