At my age, with 2.7 billion heartbeats (and counting) above my belt and 26,598 days (and counting) marked off my calendar, I’m not surprised when I learn that one of my highschool classmates has departed for “that undiscovered country from whose bourne no traveler returns.”[1] A couple of weeks ago, for example, news that my … Continue reading I Read the Obituaries Today, Oh Boy
