If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my four decades of life, it’s completely escaping me right now. I’ve eaten some really good meals, though. I remember a few of them, like that buffalo rib roast on New Year’s Eve 2009. That was really good. I’ve never had to fight in a war. That’s good. I wouldn’t enjoy that. I have never, in fact, killed anyone, as far as I know. Forty years, no killing. I wonder if that’s a record for a white man? Here it is, my fortieth birthday, and I’m still alive. I might be alive for as many as sixty more years. That’s a long damn time. Of course, I might get crushed by a falling traffic helicopter this morning on the way to work. One never knows. Well, I guess one knows in that last instant, unless one doesn’t see it coming. Some people fret over getting older. The way I see it, there’s only one alternative. My new thing, now that I’m forty, is going to be wisdom. Need wisdom? I got your wisdom right here. Like here’s one: “Don’t walk a mile in a man’s shoes. They’re his shoes, not yours. Get your own damned shoes.” Pretty good, right? Wise and stuff? I know, right? Being forty is magical like that. So far, so good.
Hello, friends. I hope you’re well. Let me know if you need any wisdom.