One of my oldest and dearest friends is turning 50 next month.
50!
I’ve had other friends turn 50 of course. But this is the first one who is the same age as me. If that makes any sense at all.
And it means that I’ll be 50 in a few months.
Good Grief!
(it vaguely occurs to me that my use of the phrase “good grief” might even give my age away)
Niceties and Nasties from New England 