skilling up

The first person to ever refer to me as middle-aged in print was my friend Rod Dreher.  On the one hand, I appreciated the publicity.  On the other hand, I was 34 at the time, and I may never entirely forgive him.  Still, the shock has waned, and I have come to terms with the fact that if I'm not middle aged now, I will officially be so on August 15 when I cross the line into my 40s. To be absolutely honest, hitting middle age bothers me not in the slightest - my feeling is that every year that takes me away from being 14 is a really, really good one - and the further the better.  I would go…