THE NEW WHATEVER

I don't know if 60 is the new 50 (would that make 18 the new 8?) but with the clock turning over yet again, this time landing on the double nickel (as we called the number back in the era when automotive speedometers stopped at 80 mph in a fairly fruitless effort to get us all to drive more slowly and save gasoline and throw off the yoke of foreign oil) it feels just fine to be me.
I think Mark Twain said something about how we live most of our lives inside ourselves, and knowing some people who seem to have hardly anything that could be called a life from the outside, I hope that he was right about them, but I quite enjoy the external life-- the boyos, the wife, our friends far (very far) and wide... More than any other technology, the internet has changed the world from what it was to what it is. And one of the things it seems to be is a place where a fellow slouching (reluctantly at times) into middle age can stay in fairly close touch with his world, however far it expands. Not to be redundant, but just to restate the essential truth: Life is still pretty good.