Pulling popular titles from several different age ranges, the following collection covers our physical and philosophical journey past that 25-year mark.
After all, we ask the same questions on birthdays and vacations: Where do I want to go next, and how can I get there?
“30 years is not worth a night of misery,” I insisted, predicting a speedy transition from rustic to agonizing in this weather.
New Zealand had given me snow topped mountains for my birthday. An environment better spent in private chilly reflection, wishing for woolen socks and the chance to be 25 again.
How do you measure the smallness of a town? Count the blocks between its borders, the farm animals grazing in residential front yards? Or how often “the usual” gets ordered at the corner cafe?