Tomorrow is my 46th birthday. I can recall times that don’t seem all that long ago when the very concept of turning 46 was inconceivable; that was old age, for heaven’s sake. Evidently–hopefully–that’s not the case. Some days, I feel old as the hills but only slightly younger than dirt, but other days, I feel 18 again. It all depends.
What’s particularly interesting is that tomorrow is also my good friend and co-author, J. D. Petruzzi’s birthday. J. D. is four years younger than I am, but I find it really remarkable that we share the same birthday.
Perhaps our writing partnership was pre-ordained. ๐
Happy birthday, J. D. You may be younger, but I still have more hair. ๐
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Eric,
Twin Sons of Different Mothers. ๐ Hope you both have a very Happy Birthday, and it stinks as you also have more hair than me. ๐
The other Bald Guy,
Steve ๐
Children! Wait ’til you pass the half-century mark! Wait ’til your concerns about tennis elbow give way to concerns about coronaries!
Just remember: The only thing worse than growing older is *not* growing older.
Happy B-Day to both of you boys…
– from your much younger friend ๐
LOL guys, thank you and AAARRRGGGHHH to Eric. He got the hair gene, but I got the cute gene ๐
I’m 42 today and like Eric, there was a time not long ago when 40 and over was simply inconceivable. That seemed an eternity away. Well, eternity arrived.
You’re as old as you feel, and as long as I keep writing about dead guys it keeps me feeling pretty young ๐
J.D.
Try turning 50, as I did this year. There’s something psychological about being a grandfather now and getting my AARP card and being eligible for senior discounts (on second thought, saving money is good).
Belated congrats! The best is yet to come!
Since I knew you in younger days, I might suggest the problem isn’t age, but mileage. You’ve been ridden hard and put away wet. ๐
Happy Birthday!!!!!