Before I Go: My First Fifty-Six Trips Around The Sun

ONE SUMMER DAY in about the year 1961, my father told me that I would never amount to a shit because I hadn't finished mowing the lawn. Forty years later, my abbreviated biography appeared in the 2000 edition of Who's Who in America. I wonder what my dad would have thought about that had he lived to witness it. I still don't enjoy mowing the lawn, and I still don't know if he was right or wrong in his prediction.
How does one evaluate a life after all? I am, as a human being, completing my ...