I've been thinking about death lately. Turning 50 can do that to a person.
I exercise regularly, drink water … all of that. But the reality is the life expectancy of a U.S. resident is 76, so most of my sand has run out. And I'm good with it — although that whole Cologuard at-home colon screening was weird.
What really got me thinking about death is that when I was born, life expectancy for an American man was around 67. Back then turning a half century probably felt a little more ominous. But a funny thing happened on my way to a midlife crisis: The location changed.
