When I turned 40 I didn't think anything of it really. My dear older sister Barb said it was the best time, with some independence, surity, and without the problems of youthful image and such, but with many of the youthful urges. Those words of hers are a strange memory now, she died of cancer two weeks ago at the age of 49. It makes my heart ache to know she didn't realize 50.

When I reach 50 I'm gonna insist I'm still a boy. Live life.

Peace, Mooh.