A cousin of mine is marking her 79th birthday today in faraway Montana.
In her defense, I might note that she is just about two and a half years younger than I am.
I know, I know.
Because of my sprightly manner on this silly blog, you thought I was much, much younger, didn't you?
Hello?
Is anyone there?
You are?
And you didn't?
All of this prattle is an introduction to telling you that I sent my *young* cousin a happy birthday email today and since we haven't seen each other in quite awhile I snapped a selfie and sent it along.
As I told the recipient, I just thought you'd enjoy seeing how much damage the years have done to me and how much better you look than I do.
As proof of that, I'll show you Gentle Readers how I looked a mere 55 or so years ago when I was a young and aspiring television anchorman.
In seersucker, no less.
Apparently half a century years of dominant bosses and living with SWMBO at least pinned those ears back.
And no, I was not spawned by hobbits.
