By Mike Sielski, The Philadelphia Inquirer (TNS)

PHILADELPHIA — There are certain signs, certain tells, that let a man know that he is old. Might be that twinge of pain near your Achilles tendon a half-mile into a run. Might be the realization that a Saturday night out on the town is no longer as appealing as a Saturday night on the couch with a craft beer in your hand and a college football game on your flat-screen. Might be the moment you overhear a slang-filled conversation between two teenagers and think, I need to schedule an appointment with Dr. Rick from those Progressive Insurance commercials .

Now, I’d like to think I’ve been raging against all those dying lights. In June, I turned 50, and 50 is the new 40, and 40 is the new 30, and look at that — 20 years just melted away. I

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