I don’t mind turning fifty, really I don’t. I suppose after you lose your hair at thirty, aging just becomes an abstraction: I can’t really go gray after all, and I’m too blind to see my wrinkles, so no big deal, right?
That said, I have noticed a trend I’m not so crazy about, this one where people I know and love, people my age, get sick. And they don’t get better. That’s not so good. I’m not so crazy about that.