Entering the fuzzy math years: 50 is the new 30 A couple weeks ago as I stood at the mailbox and perused my incoming mail I noticed a card with an “AARF” return address. I was a little surprised. What now, I wondered. Something to do with some kind of dog organization? Perhaps our devious little dachshunds had gone behind my back (again) and written away for information regarding dog magazines, gourmet kibble or canine vacation brochures concerning some posh pooch resort in Dawgpatch, Fla. The enclosed letter probably was asking for a down payment on their three-bedroom beach condo. | 