The idea of aging has been on my mind lately. I’m not really sure why. Perhaps the impending half-century celebration of my birth is it. Yes, pretty sure that’s it. I will be so in December. When I was 12, I was pretty darn sure I didn’t want to be so. I felt so was the “ancient” age. I didn’t have to ask for help with anything at 35 so why would I want to ask for help at nearly so? That’s admitting that I am older and in need of help. Goodness knows, as...