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Science has spoken: I'm getting taller.
When I was 16 and I got my driver's license, they asked my how tall I was. Five feet, nine, I said, accurately.
When I was getting ready to leave home for college I had to have a physical. Five, feet, nine the nurse wrote in the chart.
I've been the same ever since, or so I thought.
Then a few months ago, I got involved in a little exercise/cholesterol project through the Oklahoma Medical Research Foundation.
I don't chose to disclose what other statistics were revealed during my time on the OMF's scales during my initial check-in for the program, but the nurse wrote down that I was 5 feet, 10 inches tall.
I didn't notice it until I got back home.
I pointed it out to my wife and bragged that I was getting taller.
You must have had your shoes on, she said.
But last week I went to see my doctor for a physical, and the nurse confirmed my late-life growth spurt: Five feet, nine AND THREE-QUARTERS.
Round up, I say.
My dreams of a basketball scholarship may yet come true.
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