SENOR CITIZEN

Mike had a good week last week.  My favorite "Senor Citizen" had a birthday and now he's five dozen plus a baker's dozen.

What was his celebration pick?  He wanted to go to the cabin for a couple of nights.

One day it rained and he read ("When A Jew Rules The World") while I wrote.  We watched that movie about Stephen Hawking.  I got a four-wheeler ride behind him through the woods and Mike showed me a real live hog wallow...and showed me an elephant ear tree, which I'd never seen.  One morning he went out hiking at dawn to listen for turkeys.  There were two new calves born.

It's a slower pace at the cabin.

This is a picture of Mike before we married.  He hasn't changed a bit.

Sometimes our age surprises us.  We've never been "old" before and as the joke goes, we thought it would take longer.  These days we cozy up to Nexium and Advil and have been known to repeat ourselves.

Still, Mike is fit and just now...is out spreading the third trailer-load of bark in the flowerbeds.

As Raymond ("Rain Man") would say, "my main man!".

Mike's life hero is his Mother's father, Granddad Robinson, who was a Southern gentleman.

When this picture was made, cars didn't park themselves.  You certainly didn't carry your wall phone in your pocket.  Some of these modern developments are "Flash Gordon" unbelievable.

But the truly unbelievable thing happened when Mike was thirty-six and Jesus made a bridge between his life and the next.

We agree that as we reflect over the years Mike has been given, gratitude just wells up and pours over.

"Ya can't buy satisfaction" and we are very thankful for one another and for our piece of time on Planet Earth.  We look forward to heaven, and are convinced of the nearness of Jesus' return.

Speaking of heaven, Mother used to say she wasn't gettin' up a busload.  She might change her mind if she could see this day.  But in the meantime, we give thanks.

Happy Birthday, dear Mike.