bio_dave_hingsburgerToday the boy I met at 16 turns 64.

Wow.

Here we are in Edmonton on a road trip that has had us, so far, on four different plane rides, with one more to go.

And he’s almost a pensioner.
I, however, am 63, and will be for a delicious couple of months more. He’s now the older man. In this case, really older man.

So forgive me today for just a quick note on the blog.

I’m about to take the tottering old guy out for breakfast.
It’s my job, no, my honour to make sure that today he knows he’s loved and appreciated.

Join me if you like.