I don’t normally stay up as late as I did last night, so I’m a little tired this morning. I also find myself totally uninterested in who’s on the stupid talking head shows. Apparently, the US hockey team is playing Canada for the gold medal later on today. I know this, because they said so on SportsCenter. They also said that the US team beat Canada for the gold medal exactly 50 years ago today, in 1960. I found this rather disconcerting, because 1960 happens to be the year I was born, and while I already knew I was pushing 50, it was still kinda weird to hear that ’60 was 50 years ago. I’ll be damned – how did that happen?

I remember my dad hitting the half-century mark. That’s not something that’s supposed to happen to me. Not that I really care all that much (and I still get to spend most of the rest of this year in my 40s), and my brother just hit 60 the other day (and he’s not even my oldest brother, who I think is like 62 or something), but it just seems kinda weird.

I mean, I was always the young one (my sister is closest to me – in age and everything else, for that matter, and she’s nine years older than I am), and here I am, on the verge of being eligible for AARP – about to exit the most desirable age demographic for advertisers. Soon, nobody will give a shit what I think about anything (not that they do now, really), and the teevee shows I watch will be sponsored by Polident, Depends, Metamusil, and Cialis. I’d say “what a revoltin’ development,” except any reference to Chester A. Riley would only serve to further illustrate how goddamn old I seem to be getting.

Oh well, it beats the alternative, I guess.