James McKew

I went to bed feeling like a young Robert De Niro, and woke up looking like Rodney Dangerfield…welcome to the Big Six-O

Since February, friends have been inching past me, going from 59…to…60. Yesterday was my turn. What does 60 mean? Well, it means that my hearing is shot and I’m learning to read lips. It means that my night-driving skills are like wearing a blindfold and wishing everyone else the best of luck. It means that I’m just now figuring out what “skibidi” means…at least I think I know.

60 means that my relevance can only be measured in what is passed on to the next generation.

Thank you, friends and family. Thank you, well-wishers and the Facebook gang. Thank you, God, for this unexpected life and the time in which I have to live it. May He grant all of you peace as you also pass from 59 to 60.