Happy 50th birthday to my brother Timmy. 50 was probably my most psychologically significant birthday—like my official entrance into old. Tim seems to be handling it well; he’s always felt a bit old to me anyway. 😉
Anyway, happy birthday, brother. I’m glad we were able to reconnect last month, and I hope that we can get together more this coming year. You promised to let me test-drive your Tesla, so I’ll probably hold you to that. Enjoy your birthday dinner at the Texas Roadhouse.