Age is weird. 30 was cool. 40 was ok-what-have-I-done-so-far??!!, but 50 was hard. 60 was full-on party. 65 was wisdom, maybe 70 will be all-out foolishness. I figure you spend the first half of your life collecting stuff and the second half trying to get rid of it. Where is _refugee_? I told her she could have all my vinyl if she made it out here.