Birthdays

Hey all! Tonight I spoke with my best friend from high school. I had the opportunity to wish him a happy 43rd. He was born three days after me, on the 5th of November 1962. We were the wild ones in school, still are. My friend races motorcycles at places like Gratton, Road Atlanta, and Watkins Glen. The first bike he ever road was my trail bike, so many years ago. Where did the time go? I really hate birthdays, but the alternative is far worse. I hope to still be talking nonsense a year from now.