Happy Birthday Steve(n)!

Today, my ole cuz Steve hits the milestone that I did 2 1/2 years ago--the big 3-0. I really didn't take it that hard, but a lady in my office (who I didn't know when she was 29) said that turning 30 was really, really hard for her. I don't know--is it a man vs woman thing? I remember thinking that it was mildly tragic that my age was now beginning with "thirty-__". For some reason "twenty-eight" seems like it's in the same category as "twenty-two", which still makes you young. But slowly and surely, I'm realizing that I'm beginning to repeat all those folks that told me "You are such a baby!!!" Just think, people who are old enough to legally buy cigarettes were born in 1987 (the year I started high school), and those turning 21 were born in a year that the late Ronald Reagan was elected to his 2nd term. Geez.

Anyway, have a great day, Steve. Or Steven (I called you "Steven" first and old habits die hard). I won't bother embarassing you by delving into my memory bank and pulling out all kinds of memories for the world to see--enjoy your day with your wife and kids, as I'm sure they'll make it that much more special. No more milestones, I don't suppose, until 40--and I definitely don't wanna go there yet.