Through the years....

This is no time to be thinking about time. It’s 98 days before the election, a decade or more to go until I can even begin to think about retirement and the mortgage is due tomorrow.  Pundits and prognosticators tell me it’s only a matter of time before the collapse of the euro, a governmental edict forcing us to eat broccoli, and the sanctioning of the union between a person and their pet goldfish. And Greenland glacier calving offers conclusive evidence that the time has come for making an offer on oceanfront property in Des Moines.

Truth is, no one really knows what time is.  How can it be both on my side and running out, money and an illusion, a river and a 1963 Pontiac Tempest with a blown tranny (OK, I might be reaching a bit for that last metaphor)?  Albert Einstein said that the only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once (that helps to understand the hairstyle, but not the General Theory of Relativity). But we do know that time surely passes.

Speaking of which, on August 6, 2012, Russell Foster will be commemorating the completion of his 50th orbit around the sun. Of course, he wants to keep things low key, at least until after the expiration of the statute of limitations in certain states east of the Mississippi, so there will be no ostentatious celebration of this milestone birthday.  Which is just another way of saying he didn’t want to spring for the beer.

But that shouldn’t stop his far flung friends from offering up their best wishes on this important date.  It would be great if you would leave a comment to this post as a greeting along with remembrances of good times together or funny stories, which will be shared with Russell on his birthday.  And remember, this is the AARP birthday, so the more humiliating the better. If you have incriminating photos to share, please send them to Russell’s wife, Kim, at kimcfoster@gmail.com.