A Date with Fate in a Black Sedan

...Or maybe a PT Cruiser.

As I get older, my thoughts—and likely most others' thoughts—have become more retrospective. In so doing, I realize, not for the first time, that a lot of [arguably] important milestone in my life have come late. Others, right on time.

• A driver's license at age 16. Nice n' early.
• Made Eagle Scout at age 17 and about 364 days. A little last minute.
• Graduating high school at age 18. About right.
• Met my future wife at age 21. Perfect.
• Married her at age 27. Late, by some standards, but probably about average for my generation.
• First small publications, between ages 27-29. I'd hoped for sooner, but I'm trying not to look back.
• Got a car at age 29, with the prodigious help of my parents, in a gesture that will no doubt accelerate me to owning a house sooner than later. I'd say within 1d4 years.
• And if I'm really fortunate, I might even be able to say published a novel at age 30 or 31. The next few months may determine THAT. That's not bad at all, if I can rig it.

And maybe, just maybe, add Kinder to the chronology in the coming years. Until then, I'll just stick to Kinder Eggs.

In other news, Escapee episode 46 has been posted over at Josh's orangerific Sidedown.