If I stick around these parts, I will reach the “25 years of service” mark at age…. 47. I’m already almost 1/3 of the way there. Numbers like this have a weird way of freaking me out, even when I’m not sure how I feel about them. Right now, staying for 25 years seems like an impossibility, unimaginable, but then again, 8 years ago, so did 8 years.