As the Seasons Change<p><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/billi-gordon-phd/as-the-seasons-change_b_5614468.html?ncid=txtlnkusaolp00000592"><img src="http://l.yimg.com/bt/api/res/1.2/Oqf6dLVQYfUdG3Oh9JbFzw--/YXBwaWQ9eW5ld3M7Zmk9ZmlsbDtoPTg2O3B4b2ZmPTUwO3B5b2ZmPTA7cT03NTt3PTEzMA--/http://media.zenfs.com/en-US/homerun/huffingtonpost.com.rss/09eae7acf0b1d6770a1a4040f2c80453" width="130" height="86" alt="As the Seasons Change" align="left" title="As the Seasons Change" border="0" /></a>When I was 19, a wise wino told me, "The truth only hurts for a minute." In September I will turn 60, and that truth hurts for more than a minute. The sad thing is that when (if) I am 70, I will be wishing I were 60, like I wish I were 50, like I wished I were 40 when I turned 50. However, when I turned 40, I was such a party animal that I did...</p><br clear="all"/>
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