A conversation from the weekend:
Me: I think Grissom from CSI is cool. I want to be him when I grow up.
Kate: I thought you were going to be Sam from West Wing?
Me: Oh yeah, he’s cool too. I’ll be both. I’ll be a freelance writer who solves crimes.
Kate: What, like Jessica Fletcher?
Wow, but wow did I walk into that one.
So today’s the last day before I become an old person. Will my perspective on the world change, I wonder? Will there be a Kevin like shift in my attitudes at the stroke of midnight? What’s it like for you people on the other side? Does it hurt?