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My son’s baseball team won their first game last night. It was epic. After 17 L’s they finally notched a W. One tiny, priceless, beautiful W, dangling on a hook in the scoreboard window. [...]

One of the hazards of being forty is having a forty-year-old body. Skin begins to exhibit the elasticity of last year’s bathing suit. Joints sound like poppers on the 4th of July.