Though I've seen it coming for years, I still find it hard to believe that I turned 60 today. Apparently, a few others have a hard time believing it too.

"Damn," a conservative blogger wrote. "I thought you were some punk-assed kid living in mommy's basement. You're sixty? That's f*cking pathetic, Protzman. Grow the hell up."

Truth is, I love being an old man, a crotchety old man, at that. Old enough to be able to say exactly what I think, without worrying about the harsh judgment of others. Even better, I don't have to spend a minute considering that some future employer might be using my posts and comments as an excuse for firing me or not hiring me or whatever. I'm going to retire in three years, assuming I'm still alive.

Until then, blogging keeps me young. Though I can't say it does all that much for my blood pressure these days.