Birthday Number Fifty-two

Sunday was my birthday. Fifty-Two years. Some thoughts:

I like birthday cards. I have a friend that I first became friends with in Jr. High School. He sends cards for every occasion. He sent me a birthday card. Even at fifty-two, birthday cards are special. Thanks, Tim!

I like Facebook! Facebook has allowed me to re-connect with people from high school. At fifty-two, it is pretty cool when a high school friend sends me a birthday greeting. Yes, I know Facebook reminded them, and it took less than a minute to send the greeting, but they did it. Thanks, Delia and Rick! (Thanks everybody else, too.)

I like new friends, but I like old friends better. Old friends who call on my birthday (thanks again, Tim!) and old friends who call on my birthday and have their children sing "happy birthday" complete with the "cha cha cha's". (thanks Garry & Kristin)

Finally, I don't like people who say they will call and then don't. I know everybody is busy, that's ok. Just don't say you'll call. That's ok. But a lesson to me. If I say I'll call, I need to call.

My wife gets to take a trip to San Francisco for school. She didn't win a contest and get to go, she was asked to go. I'm proud of my wife.