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Nothing shows how far I’ve gone down the ‘ole timeline than reflecting upon my experiences as a fresh-faced, light-hearted, pre-hyphenated version of myself, landing me firmly in the Decade of Decadence.

I was twelve or so when I began reading Erma Bombeck’s column in the Lubbock Avalanche-Journal. I’d grab the paper as soon as Mom or Dad had their way with it and go directly to the editorial pages where Erma’s column generally sat right above Art Buchwald’s just below the fold.

Romance is in my blood. And I recently proved it by taking my wife for bloodwork.

On our anniversary.

Nobody puts Baby in a corner.

Me, though? I’m good in a corner. In fact, when dancing is involved, people feel safer if I’m tucked away somewhere. Or better yet, cordoned off.

“Comparison is the thief of joy, Mom.” The nerve of this kid.