It hardly seems so long ago we were children. He and I were close friends growing up and did goofy things together. He brought home a friend for me when I was four. He taughtme to ride a bike when I was seven. He and I,, with two neighbor kids, collected an ocean of newspapers to sell. The kids’ mother was none to thrilled with us since we stacked all these old newspapers in her garage. He insisted I play golf with him in our backyard when I was a teenager and liked to go the the local Spa (drug store) to buy ice cream sundaes on Sunday night after church. Then we grew up, grew apart, married and had families, they grew and now we are friends once again. I enjoy his dry wit and interesting observations about life. I don’t always agree with him but he has been in my life for so long I have learned to put up with him. 
Happy Birthday Bro.
