Aging Comes Without a Manual

The aging process is a sneaky son-of-a-gun. It begins by lurking around the edges of ones life and occasionally darting into your person to take a bite out of your well-being. It then zips back into the shadows and waits for the next opportunity to reappear and take another bite out of your youth, your appearance, your confidence, and/or your already fragile self-concept. Youd like to grab it and strangle it, but its always out of sight and out of reach. Each bite it takes out of ones existence leaves the victim a little less capable of ignoring the damage done by the attacks and a little less able to ignore their cumulative effects. Fighting against aging is a losing battle, but we do have a good shot at enjoying the many good parts of it. I was Born on Third Base is a humorous look at aging and the notion that seventy is the new fifty.