Pushing 60 has its drawbacks, but having some awesome young pals is not one of them. Three are named Andrew, a moniker of which I’m somewhat fond. Bursting with talent, Andrew-I is a maker of films. He gave me a non-speaking part in his latest under development, and I hope he’ll ask me to help with the titles, too. Andrew-II is a native South African, recently engaged to a dazzling lady Mexican encountered during his most recent high-level telecommunications assignment south of the border. Andrew-III is also a world traveler, equally brilliant in his own way, and currently about two weeks into an eventful trans-American cycling odyssey. You can check out his cross-country account at this online journal. Oh yes, I should warn you — day 11 is not recommended for the squeamish.
Good luck to all the Andrews out there!