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birthday candles on a chocolate cake spell out HAPPY BIRTHDAY

This is Sixty

SIXTY! Sixty??? Sixty. My birthday was on Saturday. It was Thanksgiving, the day I was born, October 8, 1962. My arrival put thoughts of turkey dinner on hold. A story I heard many times over the years.

Brandt’s Randt – Come on Science! Get it Together.

Full disclosure: I dye my hair.  But if hair colouring was outlawed tomorrow I wouldn’t lose any sleep over it. I think about letting it go natural all the time. I don’t because I don’t want to endure the potentially awful growing-out process.  One day I will. Probably when I’m not a public figure anymore.   …