Thoughts on Hitting the Half Century Mark
It’s official, I’m now 50 years old. So get off my lawn, ya darned hippies! Get a haircut! The transition to “grumpy old man Cahill” is now pretty much complete. In addition to a new found desire to buy a straw fedora, drive 40 in the fast lane on the Pike, and hit the early bird special at Denny’s, I’ve also got some advice for all you young whippersnappers Get better by being better – talking about it is one…