by Tracy McCue, Sumner Newscow — I’m turning 50 on Wednesday.
I’m not much for birthdays, anniversaries, or reunions. It’s a cliche but “your life passing you by,” is a rather appropriate reminder for such occasions.
I can’t really remember many birthdays. I remembered my 16th. They buried my grandfather that day. My mother somehow managed to get me to the drivers’ license agency on the same day so I could drive legally.
I remember my 21st… until about 11 p.m.
I don’t remember my 30th birthday but my wife and I were busy trying to make a baby at that particular time so it must have been good.
My 40th? Not a clue.
But turning 50 is a watershed moment.