Today is Greg’s birthday. He turns 50.
We’ve known each other since longer than forever and yet he’s the same person I knew when I was 14 – except now I know more of the better and worst parts.
I can remember a time when anyone over 19 was old. Like the time I was walking down the street with my friend Terry (this is before I even had my first apartment) and her age came up. My reaction was to just keep looking straight ahead as I worked very hard at restraining my eye balls from popping out of their sockets. She was 22.
Today I look at Greg – who out loud is defined as a 50-year-old man – and he still looks the same to me as he did when we were kids. Except that when he turns sideways I notice that most of the hair that used to cover his ears now sprouts out of them. (This will probably come as a surprise to him.)
They say you’re only as old as you feel. Well, Greg, you feel pretty damn good to me!
Here’s to 50 more together!!! (Well maybe not EXACTLY 50.)