Me, my wife, Claudia, and our nephew, a West Point plebe, at my West Point reunion in September. On October 10th, I turned 67, and here's what I've learned about getting stronger with age, not weaker. When I was diagnosed with Parkinson's, I had a choice: let it define the next chapter of my life, or let it sharpen it. I chose to fight. And so far, I'm winning. At a recent follow-up, my neurologist told me that there’s still no outward physical evidence of Parkinson's. Their