I’m cloistered in my office preparing to accept an impossible truth. In less than a week I will turn sixty-five. The difficulty is not physical but a mental one and am finding it complicated to wrap my head around this fact. As I lean back in my office chair, my gaze lands on my vintage turntable. I have been an avid music aficionado since the age of eight, so it seems particularly appropriate that I listen to the 50^th anniversary Abbey Road album while I write this entry.  I fire everything up and put on the first of three disc’s. I received it two days ago for Christmas and find it makes a poignant soundtrack as I try processing my feelings. I was fourteen and attending junior-high school when this was originally released in 1969. As my mind drifts back to those times, oddly it doesn’t feel all that long ago. Maybe because the music is still relevant after all these years and in some way delays the inevitability of my situation. Life has a way of sneaking up on you and listening to this album helps me appreciate how much time has passed.