Come On Try a Little

memory road maps, an old trash compactor, and the Wallflowers.

I am just far enough beyond stepping over the threshold of 40 that I have become the “let me tell you about turning 40” person for friends inching ever closer to that fearful day for themselves. I had a sizeable panic attack just before turning 40, and also one just after turning 39. I had others throughout all these years but for disparate and unnecess…