While talking on the phone to Dad, I reminded him of The Brother's birthday.
"You might want to give him a call to wish him a happy birthday."
"Yeah, I was going to do that. How old is he?"
"Let's see. He was born in '49 so..."
"No, he was born in '59."
"No, Dad. I was born in '55 and he's six years older than me. So that would make him..." I paused to do the math. "Oh my gawd! He's sixty!"
"He's an old man!"
A case of the pot calling the kettle black. And I'm not that far behind.
Just for you, Kid. A picture of your role model.