In less than 70 days, I will be 55 years old. How did I get this old so fast? Where did that time go? What have I done in those 55 years, that got me to this point in life? Who am I? Am I the same person that I was in this photo? What about this photo… who is that guy? A close friend, told me that it was 75 days till his 50 th birthday. Which got me to think about how many days it was till my own birthday. I have posted about my birthday’s before… my mid 40’s and my 50 th . But this one is different. It has been weighing on me for a while. Actually since, Thanksgiving I have been thinking about my age and turning 55. Lately I have borne my thought by writing and never really knew I had so much to say till now. People say… oh you’re hitting double nickels, you are now as old as the highway speed limit or when I was 55, we didn’t have a two-dollar bill (that one threw me off for a second, as the $2 bill was introduced in 1862). But the number itself has meaning. I a