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On a recent episode of CMT’s Crossroads Rosanne Cash introduced a song that she wrote when she was half as old as she is now. “I was a very precocious 14-year-old,” she quipped. Which, I suppose, only approaches being half as funny if you know that she’s really now 56.

I met a girl nearly half my life ago. To say I love her still would be at least a half-truth. But I can’t tell you even half that story.

I remember being half my father’s age. I was as old as he was when I was born. I had lived half as long. But half as well? I’m not so sure. He’s the one I first heard say, “Don’t attempt vast projects with half-vast plans.”

Too many days staying up half the night have taken their toll. The difference between plutonium and me? Plutonium has a half-life more than I do. I don’t attemmpt to be a great wit, but I’ve been told I’m half-way there.

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