Late-Blooming Creativity

If you always wanted to be a literary wunderkind but the world has yet to recognize your genius even though you’re already eligible to be elected President, this New Yorker piece by Malcolm Gladwell might make you feel a little better. I know it did me…

The age that I’m not looking forward to? When there is not a single major-league baseball player older than me. Hang in there, Jamie Moyer.

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