Science fiction author Michael Casher dusts the cobwebs off previously unused sections of his brain.
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Sunday, September 30, 2007

Here we go again.

Today is my 56th birthday. Once a senior citizen, always a senior citizen.

Actually, I don't really give a hoot. The only birthday I ever dreaded in my entire life was my 30th, like most other young people.

After that I thought, What the hell, the first 100 years is only a drop in the big bucket anyway.