So, tomorrow would have been Mike's 50th birthday and I'm pretty sure he would have been losing his mind right about now. I can just hear him bitching.
"I can't believe I'm fifty. I don't want to get old."
My pat comment to ease his suffering would have been (as he always said to me), "Who does? But it sure beats the alternative."
And it really does, doesn't it?
Happy Birthday, you old geezer.
6 days ago