In Stacey D'Erasmo's review of Linda Grant's new book, We Had It So Good, Stephen, a main character, said, "'How can I be 50, he reflects . . . 'when I only just began?'"
My situation at 65.
And then she "offers the melancholy pleasure of tolling the bells for a generation that is gradually fading away. Their bright colors, however fleeting or illusory, will be missed."
Did anyone else dress up and go to Bethesda Fountain on a Sunday afternoon in 1968?
