I thought I heard my odometer click over.

My little sister never celebrates my number birthday (63 this year) she always reminds me I'm starting on the next year...my 64th.

What a long strange trip its been. Can't believe it happened so fast or that I lived this long considering the way I've lived and the decisions I've made. Certainly never dreamed as a shy boy in grade school that so many lovely ladies would chose to spend time with me.

But over all I'm pleased. But as a young fan of the Kingston Trio and the Ventures way back when I'd never ever have guessed that on the last day of my 63rd year I'd be a counselor running a drug and alcohol treatment group wearing a hoodie, tartan kilt, and Z Coil shoes.

Hoka Hey! Its a good day to die...but I'd rather see what adventures await on down the next trail.

Happy Birthday to you too Andrew.

Ron