A simple birthday wish

58 years ago today, my mother brought me into the world at Blodgett Hospital in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Today, I’d like to thank all of those wonderful (and eagle-eyed) folks who’ve told me over the years that I don’t look my age.

A person’s birthday is a time to remember and reflect, along with cake and ice cream, and to thank God for the gift of life. So that’s what I’m going to be doing today. I used to run from growing older (and other demons), but I don’t anymore. Don’t get me wrong. I still hang around with younger folks and try to keep in touch with fads and trends, but I don’t have that “oh, my God, I’m getting older” weight strung around my neck. Perhaps it’s the graying hair that brings that peace. I don’t know.

I do want to say that this is an amazing time to be alive. I just left a comment over on Jeff Jarvis’s site about the spat between bloggers and the DNC over being invited to the Democratic convention and then disinvited. Jeff and others are calling for more transparency from the DNC, something those of us in the blogosphere have sort of come to take for granted. It’s an example of how this new form of media is spreading its influence throughout the culture, and all of institutional America is threatened. That frightens many, but it invigorates me. I’ve witnessed many major events in my life — Polio, the early cold war, the birth of rock-n-roll, Kennedy, Vietnam, the anti-war movement, Woodstock, Watergate, 11 Presidents, disco, and far too many others to name — but what’s happening in our culture today tops them all.

This is once-in-a-lifetime stuff, folks, and when I blow out the candles later today, my wish will be that this century will be better for all than the last.

Or I might wish for a new baseball mitt…


  1. Happy Birthday to You
    Happy Birthday to You
    Happy Birthday, dear Teeeeeeerryyyyy
    Happy Birthday to You!

  2. Happy Birthday, T‑Man! Your Lost Remote pals are proud to have you on the team.

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