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Sanity’s Last Stand
I’m turning 66 soon. You’d think there would be a big whoop-de-doo celebration, but seeing as I celebrate life every day, a party seems redundant.
“What do you want for your birthday?” Mr. Right asked on a recent Saturday afternoon amidst one of a plethora of college football games. During half-time, of course. Football was monopolizing every local channel. ...