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Dear Bradshaw,

Several weeks ago I turned forty. Forty years on the planet, Shaw, and one thing’s for sure: There’s no turning back now. Mentally, I feel as young as I’ve ever been. Physically, however, I’ve aged. My back aches. Minor cuts and bruises take a long time to heal. I have much less energy than I used to. Stuff like that. In fact, recently I pulled a muscle while standing still.

Nevertheless, I had a pleasant birthday. The weather was nice, summery, and two of my private students had cancelled so instead of my usual run-around-like-a-madman Thursday, I was able to stroll from one lesson to another while contemplating the fact of turning forty. It was a memorable and peaceful day.

Nearing lunchtime I decided to ignore my high cholesterol and eat whatever I wanted: an ice cream, a slice of pizza, falafel, anything. Believe it or not, Shaw, I ate an apple. That’s what I wanted and that’s what I had, and while eating it I had a soul-soothing realization that even if I had all the money in the world and could have gone anywhere and done anything that day, I would have spent my fortieth birthday doing what I did, which is what I do almost everyday, which to me means I’m living my dream life. Cool.

My last lesson ended at 8pm and I walked home as usual, passing through Piazza San Pietro. At that hour the basilica was majestic and surreal and reminded me of one of the reasons I like living here. When I got back to our apartment, Francesca served my favorite dinner: mozzarella and tomato with basil (a Caprese salad), pasta with pesto, and eggplant parmesan. We had a bottle of Prosecco, an incredible bottle of syrah (Il Bosco, 2007), great music (The Best of Gerry Mulligan with Chet Baker), and that was that. Forty years on the planet and counting.

Well, Shaw. I’m forty. A significant portion of my life has played itself out. I am what I am and I’m satisfied. No turning back now. So, with that said, let the games… continue.

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