I liked turning fifty. I shared with everyone that I came in contact with that I was now half a century old. I felt like I had earned some respect. My lawnmower from Sears had broke and I decided to drive it to the store to be fixed. While looking for a parking spot, some workers taking a coffee and cigarette break yelled at me for going the wrong way on a one way lane behind the store. They yelled “one way! one way!” I yelled back “I am only going one way!”. I would never have done that at the tender age of 49! I sound and act more like Robert DeNiro now — “You talkin’ to me?” is my current attitude. I no longer tolerate nonsense and fools cheerfully as I used to. So, I recommend turning 50 to everyone!