This time around, I’ll keep it short and sweet. Today is my 59th birthday. I was born at 01:05 in Winnipeg on 28 June 1953. I don’t necessarily like getting older, but as my Mother noted some years ago when I complained about a birthday, and I paraphrase: “Think about those who never made it to the birthday that you’re celebrating today.” Good point, Mom, and thanks for the reminder.
One thing on my mind today is that this is the last year of my 6th decade. I’m still single, still think mostly like a kid, and probably have the maturity level of a 30 year-old. I still wear t-shirts that celebrate the bands I like: Buffalo Tom, Bob Mould, Steely Dan. Hey, grow up, already! Well, maybe not.
Many things for which I am grateful: my health, my extended family, my friends and colleagues, the great career I’ve had and the opportunities it has given me to meet so many wonderful people and travel all over the USA and to India, the good fortune to have lived in Canada my entire life and in two great Canadian cities, Winnipeg, and since 1978, Edmonton. I’m grateful for my ability to make music with a guitar, and for the many fantastic musicians with whom I’ve had the pleasure of meeting and working over 40+ years, many of whom I count as friends.
Thank you to everyone who has been a part of my life right up to this very second.