Okay, okay, so it was my birthday. I have been inundated with well-wishes, more than I ever expected, and I had a very special day yesterday when my sweetie came to have dinner with me.
The news is—I’m 61.
Damn.
Now, what follows is perhaps wanting in taste, but it’s my blog so if I want to do something like this, who’s to stop me? Besides, it’s kind of interesting, at least to me.
Two pictures, the first shot by Donna back in 1981. Then, after that, another shot the morning of my 61st birthday. (I should’ve done something with my hair, yeah, but oh well.)…