Time has gotten by on alibis and wine...

Welcome to our conversation. It's about two buddies finding their way (sometimes) as they meander through their thirties. We'll be honest, frank, thoughtful, and sometimes irreverent. Mostly we'll just think out loud about life in the passing and arriving years. Frank Sinatra thought about it long ago with "It was a Very Good Year":

When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
Wed hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
Wed ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

But now the days grow short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
from fine old kegs
from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year

It was a mess of good years

I heard it from a friend- the revolution never happened. We'll see you down the road.