Tomorrow is my 76th birthday and it seems hard to believe that I’ve celebrated three landmark birthdays in Fairfield and I’m just over three-quarters of a century. When I look in the mirror, I still see the same person — a lot less hair, of course; chubbier and more weathered. But 76 is just a number, after all and another day of being glad to be alive.
My friend Andy told me last week that I have no wrinkles and still look the same. We were celebrating his 70th birthday at Centro Ristorante and complimenting each other on how well we’ve aged. His wife just rolled her eyes. I was envious of his new goatee and lamented that I could never quite do a goatee properly.