M. Evan Wolkenstein

It just might tale midway-age to rock tweed. This is day 15 of a 30 day New Year’s Resolution. I did the math. I’m halfway through my New Year’s Resolution. When this write-o-rama began, I was sitting in a “casita” in Austin, feeling hungover, feeling happy. Fifteen blog posts later, the topic du jour has shifted from cutting fashion corners to death and dying. My New Year’s resolution is middled aged, and it is aware of its end. Speaking of middles – both my Uncle and Grandf