Welcome to the Commune podcast. This is Jeff Krasno. How many of you may receive my weekly

Sunday commusing article, where I address a breadth of issues from the spiritual to the sociopolitical.

And on occasion, I will also record an audio version of these articles and release it as a bonus episode.

So today's recitation is about turning the big five-o,

contemplating one's legacy and how our work can outlive us.

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Enough is a Feast.

Enough is a Feast. By the time my voice hits your eardrum, I'll be 50.

I'm reveling in the day and a maw of my fifth decade,

sipping tequila, as an anti-inflammatory, of course,

and teasing my ancient beloved, Skyler, who turned 50 in April.

Shot glasses, lime, salt, and associated ribaldry,

just specks in the rearview mirror.

Now I drink for my health, just a thimble to help with digestion while I curl up with Thoreau in front of a crackling fire.

Against my will, I am becoming my father.

For me, a pleasant fate, if a bit sedentary. Maybe like you, I had grandiose designs for 2020, with its notable birthdays and silver anniversary. Even my daughters convinced me that turning

16, 13, and 10 were of significance. But quite quickly, the chain came off our family plans for a bicycle trip through

Italy. Instead, we zoomed a lot, binged Queen's Gambit and played online chess. My plans for a

musical extravaganza birthday bash turned into a solo gig of sappy jazz ballads, but if this birthday or this year proved anything,

it's that enough is a feast. We hiked and cooked, read and wrote, talked, and walked.

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