I preface this post by alerting the reader to two things:

1.)     I look younger than my age.

2.)     I often have a sense of a humor that no one else gets. Or at least they laugh a lot less loud than I do.

On the former, I have a brother who is five and a half years younger. When I return home, the lady at our local Chinese restaurant inevitably asks, “Are you the young one or the old one?”