It is clearly past time to put my pinkies to the keyboard for 4060men. I see by the date of the last post that it has been over two years since I’ve written here. In fact, I feel a little bit like Neo from the Matrix when he enters the dingy dark room to meet Morpheus for the first time. Remember? Red pill or blue pill. Was definitely . . .
One of the great things about being single, an adult, and being independent in so many ways is that I don’t have to do much I don’t want to do. The flip side of that is that I can do what I want to do, more or less. That is both a great enabling thing and a terribly debilitating thing.
As midlife men, single midlife men at that, it . . .
Bad-hair days for me start with, well, bad hair. Actually, not always, I suppose.
My hair is a great example of what is meant by the phrase "You look like a ‘shock of wheat’", as my dad used to say. I envy people who have hair that looks essentially the same when they get up as when they went to bed. I must be a violent man . . .