We've all looked with amusement, sympathy, or disdain at someone who seemed intent on looking or acting much younger than their age. Perhaps it was a bad hair dye job, an outfit that belonged on someone several decades younger, a mid-life-crisis-red-convertable, or some other give-away that she or he was not comfortable being who they were.

I hope this effort at a blog from a sixty-year-old doesn't put me in that category. If it does, don't just roll your eyes. Tell me. I can handle it.