So today I turn 47, and really, the numbers are all but meaningless to me now. 47 doesn't feel any different than 46, which didn't feel any different than 38 and so on and so on. I didn't bat an eye at the "big" three-oh, and forty passed more or less with a laugh as well. As I drive headlong towards the bigger big five-oh (book 'em, Danno), I
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