...to me. I write this on the eve of my birthday. I'll be a year older, once again. Within an hour or so, I'll likely be at a bar with my friends, old and new. Midnight will strike and those who know me more will nudge at the time and tell me it's my birthday, and the news will trickle around the huddle of familiar faces. I might get drinks bought for me. The past few birthdays have been eventful and tumultuous and sometimes peaceful. I've traveled for much of them. This is the first birthday where I don't feel...