I'm going to be 70 this year, which is about twice the life span I anticipated once upon a time, given the nature of my wretched excesses back then.
That was before I met the girl with the sunset hair, and life took a dramatic turn to the right.
Imagine the sun going down in the west, beaming fiery red and shot through with gold. That's what her hair looked like the day I met her. For that matter, that's what she's like period.
The other day, I stood in the…