So Paul Turner's wife was kind enough to invite me to his birthday party.
It's this weekend.
Yes, we have the same name. Even the same middle initial.
I have communicated with Paul a couple of times over the years. Enough to know I like him.
So I am looking forward to meeting him in person.
There's one more thing we have in common. We are the same age. Well, at least for a few more hours. Then Paul -- or "Paul Sr." as I like to call him -- will be on record as being older, at least for a few months.
So you may be assured my humor stylings at the party will include a healthy dose of age references.
My specific plan? Glad you asked.
I think the party is outside. So I am going to wait until Paul starts to get up out of a lawn chair. Then I intend to swoop in with a "Let me help you up, sir."
I don't know why that prospect amuses me so. But it does.