Happy Birthday, Boinie
I couldn't let this day pass without marking the 95th Birthday of my dear friend, and gold standard.
Of course, his name is Bernie, but years ago, our son, when little, came out with "Boinie". Bernie, ever the amateur child psychologist, said to him,
"You know, you're the only person who says my name right!"
And it stuck.
Today, he's all hunched over, in obvious arthritic pain, but Bernie just seems to be bowing to everyone, and I'm sure God takes it as a sign of respect.
I asked him what he wanted to do today, and he said,
Another funny Groucho like quip. Tomorrow and tomorrow, what will be, will be.
Today, Bernie's here, still quipping, and keeping us laughing.