I met Kevin in Mrs. Blackmer's first grade class at Crookshank Elementary School.
We have been friends ever since. Somehow we survived (just barely) our teen and young adult (?)years. That was tough because we turned 18 the year full adult status was granted to 18 year olds.
What the hell were the real adults thinking?
We of course, thought it was great and proceeded to do a variety of stupid and often risky things, but we made it through that period and actually became responsible, contributing adults.
So it was with some sadness that I awoke this morning to find a vulture perched outside my window, Harry Potter like, with a birthday announcement clutched in his bill.
He blinked and with a flip of his bill tossed the heavy black envelope at my feet.
Cautiously I peeled open the envelope to find an invitation to Kevin's 50th birthday party. The moment, I finished reading the message, it crumbled to ash in my hands. I looked up at the vulture, but he was gone.
For one as young as me, (still 40 something), the thought of this good friend turning a half century old was quite a shock.
While the actual birthday is today, the shindig to celebrate his antiquity will be next weekend in St. Augustine. That is probably so someone of his age is not too overwhelmed by celebratory activities.
You know, ... spread them out a little bit so he's not overcome by all the excitement. We wouldn't want him to pass out ... he did enough of that when he was surviving those teen years.
I think all his friends will be there.
Happy 50th Kevin!