Val McCullough: Saying goodbye to driving is a 90th birthday gift to others

Val McCullough: Saying goodbye to driving is a 90th birthday gift to others

Two unexpected visitors greeted me shortly after my 90th ​birthday, a few weeks ago. First, there was the pesky housefly that crawled along my kitchen counter, then followed me from room to room, dive-bombing at my head as I sat at my computer. Was the fly a harbinger of the teasing challenges of being 90 years of age? Shortly after I waved goodbye to my out-of-town birthday guests, I was greeted by a second visitor​ —​ a rattle deep in my lungs…