 Last week was my birthday. In my short newsletter, I mentioned that as a young person, I could not envision myself getting older than 35. I assumed I'd be hit by a meteor or something. For those readers who care to do a little math to figure out my age, I mentioned that I had already survived that imaginary boundary for 46 years. It was a great, quiet birthday. I heard from all the family, and even Sherry Rogers called with good wishes.