Perhaps I’m too busy laughing off the ribbing I get from friends and family, but for me age-awareness-induced anxiety has not overcome me on my birthdays. Usually that sort of anxiety is brought on when I find out the year my interns were born… You were born AFTER Kurt Cobain died?! STILL, what…
A fine tribute to a good OLD friend morrowplanet.
I have known good Mr. “Old” Morrow since we were spritely 18 year olds. We bonded initially over being Chicago suburbanites at a Wisconsin liberal arts college (although so was over half of the incoming freshman) but then a true friendship bloomed over watching Three’s Company in the 609 dorm. That freshman year has taken on magical proportions in my mind but somethings are still so vivid it is like they just happened yesterday. (Mike knows exactly what I am talking about here).
I am honored and blessed to call Mike a dear friend. And old. Let’s not forget that he is really really REALLY old.
Love ya, man.