There’s stuff about getting older that I don’t like - mostly having to do with eyesight - but I’m enjoying most of it. I like feeling that I have a face that looks like something; when I was young I was convinced I didn’t look like anything, and wore dark glasses and big leather jackets so people would have something to remember. But these days I have a face that feels like mine, even if, sometimes, I catch myself in the mirror looking disconcertingly like my father.