What a day!
It started out perfectly, with my family at home. Who could ever want more than your family to be with you and all of you to be in good health??
45 years... 1/2 way to 90. Yikes.
So, for my younger friends...
I was born in 1968. Martin Luther King Jr was shot the day I was born. I was adopted from a family in Seattle, and my adoptive family (mom and dad to me...) had to get on a plane and fly to Seattle. There were riots everywhere. What a way to start out!
1968. Vietnam still looked like it would have no end. Nixon was elected president. We had not yet set foot on the moon, and McDonald's introduced the Big Mac. The Boeing 747 first flew.
It was quite a while ago. No CDs (you mean records? no, CDs were not records...) no cell phones, and we used to walk uphill to school both ways.
I had a great day.
Facebook is funny... I was going through the absurdly long process of clicking 'like' on all my friends' comments and 'Happy Birthday!' notes, and I realized just how lucky I am. I have friends I have known since before Kindergarten (Marty McGreal grew up across the alley from me, they had a hoop on the back of their garage, and we used to play 'horse' for hours with a bunch of other neighborhood kids... none of us really play ball now, maybe because our 'home court' was barely legal for free throws!
So everyone from as far back as.. oh... maybe 4 years old... to grade school friends, to people I worked with at AA way back in 1989 (when the K side ended at K13, and nobody cared what you did, as long as the flights went out on time,) all the way to the present, with friends I have discovered and made only recently.
Funny, when I started at AA, there were a number (but not many) of guys who were hired before I was born... now I am in that very same spot!
My life is blessed by my friends, I am far too lucky.
Thanks for the great day!
