I turned fifty last week. Or as we like to say in my room, fitty. I’d like to think that’s accurate too. Although, my sister-in-law gave me a big sticker to wear at my (surprise) party that said, “I’m 5 Today!” That’s probably most accurate. Then she went and wrote “decades” in small print under the five.

D’oh.

My nephew was over playing my pinball machine this weekend. My wife had told him that she got it for my 50th birthday.

“I can’t wait ’til I’m 50.” He’s 21, and he was totally serious. His girlfriend said the same thing. So did another nephew.

Who knew fitty could be so desirable? All it takes is the right toys.

Meanwhile, I’m feeling closer to 100 after this weekend. I will see you all on Wednesday.

Here are a couple of books to check out. I especially liked Downtown Owl.

Downtown Owl by Chuck Klosterman. Even though nothing really happens until the end, the characters are just so great, you don’t really care about the plot.

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. Narrated by a precocious nine-year old, who isn’t too annoying. Very touching and funny too.