Two Funerals And A Birth In the last six weeks, I’ve had a few moments that got me to reflect on who I am on this planet, where I came from, and all the many memories that come over 57 trips around the Sun. First off, welcome to the world Dylan Anthony Weber, who last month became my third grandchild. The little guy made his debut in early December and, despite my denial, reinforced my standing as a middle-aged guy by pointing out I was the grandfather now of three grandsons. My mind still tells me I’m in my 30s – sometimes even my 20s – but the birthdate on my driver’s license says differently.