My doctor uses a little burning wand that zaps those unwanted age spots. It’s amazing how they work. They turn brown, then peel off and viola…clear skin. However, after I got home today I noticed that I could be Gorbachev’s twin.  The brown spots looked bad… one of them bad enough and big enough that was appeared to be a dead ringer for the map of Italy. Don’t get me wrong.  I love Italy.  I love the old architecture, the food, I love Tuscany and Venice.  But I really don’t love it that much to have it tattooed to my face.

There’s got to be an easier, more graceful way to age.  Somehow the burning thing feels very archaic.

As I let the thing heal there is only one thing left to do.  Boil some water and have some pasta!