When I was in my twenties, I never imagined what 67 would look like. Yet here we are—still standing, still laughing, still finding moments of joy where we can. (For the record, my twenty-something self would be absolutely shocked by some of my current hobbies. Navigating insurance programs and discussing dental benefits were not on the list.) My birthday was more fun than I could have imagined, in spite of it all. We joined Coby's trusted VW customers and friends for a camper weekend in Guerneville by the Russian River. An official VW gathering—nothing but Volkswagens, kids, dogs, old friends, new friends, campfires, shared meals, music, and stories. This crowd of people felt like home, even though I had never met any of them before. Spending even one night away, I was surprised by how easily James adapted to the new surroundings. Even the "uninvited visitors" left us alone for a little while. Apparently they had other plans that weekend. My birthday fell on Monday, and...