I'm Old(er) Today...

No reflections, no waxing poetic about the life lived, or speculation on future times. The only thing I'm thinking about right now, is how I'm staring down the barrel of being 25, and as McCoy and Klancer and whatever other old bastards I know can tell you, that is truly when life ends. Anyway 24 years ago today, two immigrants from the Bahamas had a son in Perth Amboy, NJ (hospital). They named him Kyle, (mother liked her friend's boyfriend's name or something like that). And that was it, no fanfare, no tickertape parade through the streets of Linden, NJ, nothing. Few months later family moved to Danbury, Connecticut, and 1988 they moved back Jersey, Piscataway to be exact.

Very simple, and here I am 24 years old.
(Fighting urge to get nostalgic...)