Today I am 50. Half a century. I hereby claim the right to be unrepentantly crotchety and cranky.
Also 50 years ago, the Hungarian Revolution broke out. So in Hungary, they are celebrating my birthday with fireworks and other raucous behavior. The Soviets crushed the revolution 12 days later. Yet I, safe in my Indiana crib, lived to fight another day.
Career-wise, I've been hanging around and writing about and cheering on churches and pastors for the past 25 years as my denomination's Communications Director.
Here's To The Next 50!
Happy B-Day.
Happy Birthday, Steve!
I look forward to hearing about the retribution that Pam exacts upon you due to your shenanigans on her birthday.