Reflections on Reaching the Double-Nickel

Lately it occurs to me: What a long, strange trip it's been.             “Truckin’” — Robert Hunter, the Grateful Dead Such thoughts come to mind when one reaches milestones such as my 55th birthday, which occurs on the last day under the sign of Virgo. Not that I truck with such foolishness as astrology. For years I went through life thinking I was a Leo, born on the first day of the lion’s reign. Then some cosmological shift occurred, and now I’m a wimpy last-day Virgo. My oldest daughter, Kasey, born the day after my birthday, truly is a first-day Leo. She turns...

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