59

It is my birthday. My 59th birthday. When I was young I wondered why anyone would want to live past the age of 35. I mean really, aren't you all used up and worthless by then? A drain on society? Now I can't imagine what I was thinking then. Are my best years ahead or behind me? I don't know and I don't care. What matters is today. I don't have any plans for the day, it will pass as any other. I will leave you with this image. It is the note that hung on my bassinet in the hospital the day I was born. Before I had a name. I was just baby boy Sutor.

Thanks Mom and Dad. Hope I've made you proud.