Today is my birthday. I could tell you how old I am, but then I’d have to kill you.
All in all, it hasn’t been a bad one. A friend had me over to grill on Saturday, and on Sunday I had lunch with another friend. And today at work, three guys from the seminary came to my office and sang “Happy Birthday.” But in a whisper, because it was the library.
Very good, guys.
You know what getting older is like? I have a Metaphor. It’s like you’re walking in the woods, and following the path just like the maps said. And then suddenly you’re off the path, and you don’t know where the heck you are. And there’s no point trying to find the path again, because you’re never going back to the path. It’s deeper into the woods from now on.
Henceforth, don’t call us Senior Citizens. Call us Pioneers.
Good metaphor. I wish I could remember your birthday every year so I could send you some rare, priceless artifact from my adventures in the deep South. I found this bottle cap a few months ago that would’ve been the very thing. But I traded it for a bowl of red stew. Seemed like a good idea at the time.
Happy birthday.
Thanks much.
Happy Birthday Lars Here’s to another year of gleaning the bits of wisdom you pass long to us as you break trail.
Thanks.