BAPPY HERFDAY!

Yes, this Thursday, November the 9th, I will turn 40 years old. That's simply unreal.

Wendy threw a surprise party for me on Saturday. We had a house full of dear friends, and I am again reminded about how blessed I really am.

For old times sake, here's a little birthday poem I wrote last year. It's work a re-post I think (with a slight edit).

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY (to me)

Yes, forty years ago this very week the fabric of space and time pulled back to reveal this fragile and yet strangely troubled soul.

It was a day of wonder and tears.

Cigarettes were burned. Laughter echoed down the hallway. A mother's heart slid into gear.

The angel's sighed, and one of them farted, but no one knew which one it was so they pretended not to hear.

It was a day of love so great it hurt to breathe.

Glad to be here, friend.

Hope to be here a bit longer before I join the flatulent angels.

Wubba,

Keith