It’s my birthday. And for some reason turning 42 is really resonating with me. 40 didn’t feel like this, but for some reason 42 has really hit me hard.
Maybe it’s because Jackie Robinson wore number 42 and it’s retired by all the teams and all the players in Major League Baseball except for Mariano Rivera, the Yankees’ closer who will retire after this year.
Maybe it’s the fact that 42nd Street is one of the most famous thoroughfares in the world?
How about forty-deuce? There aren’t any cool nicknames for 41… But 42 has the forty-deuce.
Lastly, I used to be a 42-Regular and now I’m a 41-Regular suit jacket, which mocks the fact that I’m not as macho as I used to be.
What age really resonated with you?