By Dave Price
This article 1st appeared in Booming Encore
I’ve never been big on birthdays.
Since I was young, March 26th has really just been another day in the year for me.
But on my last birthday I arrived at what most people consider a significant aging milestone.
I turned 65.
With the exception that I would now be eligible to use the Medicare card the U.S. government had sent me earlier in the month, 65 didn’t seem any different than 60, when I started a 4-year stint as a DC-based educational consultant. Or than 64 when I decided to devote myself to freelance writing. Or than 59 (when I retired from my instructional career in education after 30 years) for that matter.
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