Change Takes Courage

I am tapping out this editorial on my 60th birthday in May. I prefer the annual and unavoidable nonevent—which is the date of my birth—to go by quietly and without too much hoopla. Family and friends have been asking if I feel any different at 60. I have responded that it seems no different from how I felt yesterday at 59. That is not to suggest I have not noticed the changes to my appearance associated with aging as I gaze in the mirror. I have no idea where all the gray hair is coming from (damned barber) or why less of it seems to be growing on my head but has sprouted with renewed aggressive vigor from my nose and ear canals (God does have a sense of humor).