Today is my last day at age 58, and with my 59th birthday coming up tomorrow I begin the closing of another decade. Since I didn’t think I’d make 50 (my dad died at 46 of a heart-attack), I suppose I should yell, “Score!”.

Birthdays, holidays, and even Mondays, are always an opportunity for a “fresh start”. On the other hand, my experience has been that most such resolutions wind up failing by noon! I am reminded of the paragraph in Hemingway’s last book, True at First Light (published posthumously):

“In Africa a thing is true at first light and a lie by noon and you have no more respect for it than for the lovely, perfect wood-fringed lake you see across the sun-baked salt plain. You have walked across that plain in the morning and you know that no such lake is there. But now it is there absolutely true, beautiful and believable”.