Seventy-seven years ago, today, a lady was born who could only wait until her teens to usher me into the world. She was born on the north side of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. And she met the guy who would become my Dad in the town of Norman only about fifteen or sixteen years later. They were both Oklahoma natives, but my Dad signed up for a term in the Air Force, and he was soon stationed at Lowry Air Force base in the Denver, Colorado area. And wouldn’t you know it…that’s where I began my quest for the Rocky Mountain way a few months later. But I digress…this isn’t about me. It’s my knuckle-headed way of saying “Happy Birthday Mom!”. My sister, Lori, just sent me a picture of Mom, at her desk, taken today. Yep, she has to work on her birthday. She helps my brother Bob schedule appointments for his electric business. But they’re all taking her out to dinner tonight. Here she is…

So…through the power and magic of the internet…now the whole world knows who my Mom is. I’m sure there’ll be some parades and closures in Washington D.C. and other state capitols, but for now all is as it should be. A quiet, lucky double 7 birthday. She said someone told her a person’s gold birthday is when the birthdate is the same as the age. So she figures she had her gold birthday when she was only 7…and now this must be her “gold dust birthday”.

Now, you know where I get my awesome sense of humor.

Anyway…this has been my humble little digital birthday card for Doris…who many know as Dorsie…but to whom my siblings and I say…

“Happy Birthday Mom!”

Stay tuned…