The Face of Aging
My last stop in NYC during my visit this past week was at the memorial service for a long-time friend and colleague. His name was Peter and I first met him in perhaps 1981, so 44 years ago. He died at age 84, so I knew him for over half his life and over 61% of my life. If I think of my adult life (post college), I would need to say I knew him…

