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