No, this isn't a post about Roger Maris.
(Baseball fans got that. If you aren't one, don't worry. There won't be a quiz or anything.)
61 is how old I became on Friday.
(Well, I became that old over the course of approximately 61 years. It became official on Friday.)
That's enough of whatever that was. My column in today's Boston Herald is about the age I officially became on Friday. If you'll read it, that would be swell. If you don't, I'll still be 61. Here comes a wonderful link to get you there (or for you to utterly ignore if you don't want to go there.)
WONDERFUL LINK
OK, see you later. Thanks for coming.
Soon, with more better stuff.
