Precision

When I was very young, my father once tried to impress upon me how very old a certain relative had been:

"Do you realize Uncle Shlomo was almost 80 when he died?"

My response:

"You mean he was 79."

Time passed -- as it is wont to do -- and last June, when my father turned 79, I vowed to spend the entire year calling him "almost 80."

Just to show I can take it as well as I can dish it out, I would like to share that today I am officially "almost 50."