Rate this story “Age is not a barrier…Many a good tune is played on old fiddles” I can still remember the first time I found out what it was to be a man. I guess I was about eighteen at the time and living in a rented room somewhere in the city. My landlady, who I had always referred to as Mrs. McLaren, had been kind enough to take me in at a reasonable rent when she found out that I was struggling through university. That was eighteen months ago. My studies had kept me from pursuing the pleasures of...
