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At 58, looking fondly at the hill made by the sands of time

Not a bad age, 58. I've had worse. On the way to school the other day, the little guy asked me who I'd like to be "if you could be anyone in the world?" "You," I told him. "Me?" I told him I'd like to be him because of all the great things ahead — the ballgames, the fishing trips, the college chums. The 6,000 sunny autumn afternoons. Or the multiple mutts he will own along the way, not to mention the fast cars ... amazing girlfriends ... the candled Christmas Eves. "Yeah, I'd like to be you," I said. Which startled him a little. He didn't realize that he was in such an enviable position. Only 11, he still...