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"  Published in the April 2013 issue I once worked for a man in Austin, Texas, whose business was selling refurbished auto batteries. Twice a week, I took his rat-ass pickup to the Sears Auto Center and sundry car-repair garages and filled the bed with trashed DieHards and Duralasts and whatnot. I had a crude tool to hook and swing those bastards by the posts, but mainly I had the muscle to load and unload &amp;#039;em with no sweat. Nowadays, just the thought of it makes me cramp. My last birthday I turned 60; I can&amp;#039;t work or do much else the way I could. Good news is I don&amp;#039;t need to. My brain is stronger \u2014 and more nimble \u2014 than my body ever was. Two weeks ago, I drove from north Jersey to Columbus, Ohio, sat in on a three-hour writing workshop, gave a talk that night, flew to Utah the next day, woke up in Salt Lake City and did 20 minutes of sports talk radio, drove to Sundance to interview Robert Redford, flew back to Columbus next morning, got my car at 8:00 P.M., and drove all night \u2014 500-plus miles \u2014 back home. Sure, I had to stop every couple of hours to refill my coffee mug and drain my bladder, but I was in the door at 5:00 A.M. Some things about my younger self I miss \u2014 I wish my kid could see me launch a softball 300 feet \u2014 but I&amp;#039;ll gladly take the trade-off. Not that I have a choice, or any time to waste on wishing. I&amp;#039;ve got a ton of shit to do. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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