In just about one hour, my time, I turn 66. How the hell did that happen. I don't feel 66(most of the time) I still work, I still exercise, I still play tennis, I still ride my Vespa......but in numbers, I am old. No one has asked me if I am if I am old enough to do what I do for many years. They do not ask me for ID for alcohol for many years(except at the movie theaters which card everyone....really) I do believe in the saying, "if you wake up in the morning and you have no pain.....you must be dead".. Or the saying, "I wake up in the morning and i read the obits, if I don't see my name I am ok"(a bit modified but the sentiment is the same, an old Weavers song, and I guess by saying that it shows I am old). Many of the staff I work with are not as old as my underwear. I play music in the operating room, mostly music from the 60's, 70's, and a bit from the 80's, most of my staff were not even born at the time of the music i listen to. So again, how did this happen? I had a great night going out to a fancy steak house with my wife tonight to celebrate. So I am sorry I just had to vent and I have to admit I do find this a great place to vent, we do have a great group of people on this blog. I hope all have a great day on my birthday and always be safe, have fun, and remember some of us are getting old.