Fun at 40

I turned 40 earlier this month, and over my enfeebled objections, my lovely wife has decided to throw a 40th birthday party for me this Saturday. If you’re a local friend and haven’t yet gotten an invitation, it means my impending senility has robbed me of access to your contact details. Pop me one of those newfangled e-mails the kids are all using these days, and I’ll correct that oversight so you can come and help me wash away the pain and the horror of my encroaching mortality.