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Game Time for Grown-ups

IT IS GENERALLY BAD PRACTICE TO TAKE sitcom theme songs at their word. But ever since Cheers debuted, our culture has normalized the idea that sometimes we want to go where everybody knows our name. As a lifelong extrovert in his 50s, I must be clear: Your general outlook about wanting to go where everybody knows your name will change once they know your name at Walgreens. My pharmacist and I have known each other by name for some time, but now whenever I approach the counter, she just says, “The usual?” (Statins, for the record. Neat.)

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