Like a lot of people, my definition of “young” continues to expand as I get older. Today I turned 51, an age I feel a lot better about than I felt when I crossed 50, and I still feel pretty young. I play in a band and have some goofy kid hobbies and generally still have a lot of fun/trouble. I have a serious job, but there’s hardly anything new about that, and my current crew reminds me an awful lot of the people I got in trouble with in Little Rock back in the 1980s. In short, I feel like I’m in a good place, and I’m happy to accept my current definition of ‘youth.’

*It’s the new 30, I swear to God.