Beginning on July 8 every year I wait for September 25 to arrive. For some reason I don’t mind being a year older than Mauri, since back in our youth I was used to being a year ahead of him in school. But during those two and a half months my age is two numbers higher than his!

So today was our big day. Don’t worry though. I didn’t steal any of his thunder. The spotlight was all his and he got plenty of attention, from verbal greetings and chocolate chip cookies at the office and cards and presents at a Friendsview lunch with the Williams clan to a macaroon celebration with the four local Macys and a singing call from the Denver gang and a divine dinner at Tina’s with his beloved wife.

Here’s a picture of one side of the table at the Friendsview lunch.

You’ll notice the handy pocket knife needed to open those envelopes. The people: Three gens of Williamses—Edna, Derin, Daryl—and the birthday boy.

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