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Yesterday I celebrated my birthday and smiled when I received in the mail a humorous card from a college buddy, a schoolteacher born the same year and month as I. He signed his card with the Lincolnesque wish, “Happy six dozen plus one!”
Someone else, equally tactful, but a bit less poetic, simply said, “Happy birthday young man.”
My wife, Carol, posted on her Facebook page a photo she had taken of me one rainy day several years ago. She playfully captioned it
Happy Birthday to my husband who is still wet behind the ears but is now the age that I was when we first met.
Carol, as is her custom, displayed the year she took the picture and provided a link to other photos:
© 2014 by Carol E. Twilt http://budgrossmann.com/caroltwilt.html
As of last night, more than thirty people had responded to the Facebook post, sending emojis and greetings, but no one announced that they had figured out Carol’s and my respective ages, and no one asked Carol to provide additional exercises to refresh rusty skills of arithmetical calculation.
Oh, well, that’s all right. I myself am not a persistent person, but Carol and my schoolteacher friend are. I expect them to keep trying to educate others, yea, even unto and beyond the age of four score and seven years, if they and Facebook and comical greeting cards should endure so long upon this earth.
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