I was scrutinizing the laugh lines on my face in the bathroom mirror before work this morning and I asked Bevan whether or not he thought I'd been doing a good enough job of moisturizing. He wisely ignored the question. A few hours later I was walking down the street near my office and an older African American woman passed by me, smiled and said, "Hey handsome." Sure she was wearing glasses and probably walking into the sun, but for whatever reason, she said it. And on this day, because thirty is not twenty-nine, I'll take it.