The other day I turned 50 years old. For what happened on the momentous day I was born, go here. Friday morning I awoke to find that the clock (at least at our house) had been turned back about 35 years. My yard had been "TP'ed", or in the south also known as "rolled". This used to happen regularly to me when I was a teenager, but more on that another time.
The culprits? Teenage friends of my daughters? Local hooligans? My eccentric Cal Tech chemist neighbor? Paroled white-collar criminals? Nope. None of these.
As it turns out I was the birthday-boy target of this mischief - by our good friends the Wiericks - a couple of in-denial fellow 50-year olds in the neighborhood. This was a very cleaver decoration job that also involved free beverages, for which I am very thankful. Along with the decorative toilet papering of my lawn, porch, and rose bushes, I received 50 (count 'em) bottles of fine German beer, each festooned with humorous and thoughtful quotes on age and aging.
This was wonderful stuff. Below, I give some of the pithy beer bottle quotations (click to enlarge):
