This getting older business, I’m not so sure what to make of it. Part of me says, “This really sucks” as my joints creak and ache, while part of me realizes how fortunate I am compared to some of the friends I hung around with as a teenager who are no longer among the living. Add to that the number of now-deceased people I have known from living here for more than 35 years, and that amounts to a lot of people I dearly miss. Parents, inlaws, aunts, uncles, all gone. All dearly missed. When I gripe about growing older, I ...