Last February Joey+Rory: According to my birth certificate and our bathroom mirror, I’m about to turn 50 years old.  I was born in April of 1965, so it all adds up. But for some reason, in my head and heart, it doesn’t.  I still feel like a young man in my late 20’s or early 30’s at the most.  I guess most men around my age always feel younger than they actually are…or at least they want to.
The first birthday I remember that my father had was when he turned thirty-eight.  We lived in an old farmhouse that we’d rented just outside of Highland, KS and I remember the big “3†and “8†candles on his cake.  The funny thing is though…he was already old, at least he was to me.  I wonder if he knew he was old then.  Or if he felt like I do when he was the age I am now.  My father passed away at 51, so I never got to have a conversation with him about growing up or growing old.  I’ve just had to try to figure it out, and as you can tell, I  haven’t yet.  Part of me hopes I never will. Read More Here
