Growing older is a fine game that we play in real time. There aren&rsquo;t many rules. The mind expands like popcorn in a microwave even as the body dissolves into a puddle of ache on the polished floor. When we can, we step around this puddle, and when we can&rsquo;t, we raise our pants up a little. We must not soil our clothes in the liquid debris of aging. Tell me, shall we add butter and salt…