Forty miles is an awfully long way.

When I was forty and looking at sixty, it seemed like a thousand miles away. But sixty-two feels like a week and a half away from eighty. I must now get on with those things I always talked about doing but put off.

That's Mars. And over there, that is Venus. What a treat - two planets in the same sky.

They call this place Stiff & Ugly. I'd love to find one of the locals and find out why.

Flexibility. It is supposed to be fun.

You are forgetting the 4-year-old factor.