What a drag it is getting old...

Today is my birthday. 40. It's tough for me to look at. Seems like only yesterday I was counting the days until I turned 13. A real teenager! Then I couldn't wait for 16. I could finally drive! (legally that is) Then 18, a legal adult. Then the big 21 and off to Kelly's in Westport. Or the Hurricane. Or Buzzard Beach. Or Millstreet Country Club. Or The Lone Star. Or Blaney's... After that I pretty much stopped paying attention to how old I was. Sure there was some kind of celebration for 30, but to tell the truth it really didn't make much difference to me. Now I'm 40. I'm not sure how I should feel about that. I'm not bummed; just introspective. I guess I can't feel too bad. I have six older siblings that are facing the fact that their baby brother is an old guy. Imagine how that makes them feel.