My One Vanity
The glory days: August 1982 And so, on the eve of my 25th college reunion, I make this confession: I’m not too bothered by the whole aging process (which is a good thing since there’s not much one can do about it). I don’t mind that I’m not as fit as I once was. I’m not bothered that I once could party like a rock star and still wake up for an early morning class/ski/surf, but now it just takes…