Yes, it's my birthday. Yes, I turned 39 today. Yes, it is the last one that I will celebrate. Well, maybe not. If you ask my Mom, my sister or even Jeff, 39 is NOT old. I didn't think so either, until we went to Fuddruckers for our quick birthday lunch and I couldn't figure out how to pour my own Diet Coke. Either Cincinnati is way behind the times, Ft. Worth is light years ahead of the time...or most likely, I'm just old. Do you remember when a coke was poured from two machines...one for the syrup and one for the carbonated water? Today's machine was digital. It had a touch screen that displayed your choice of over 100 combinations of syrup, carbonation and flavors. It was straight out of a Star Trek movie. Very cool but on my birthday, it just made me feel old. Someone the boys age probably invented it. At this rate, by the time I turn 49, we'll press a button for food, weekend on the moon and drive solar cars.
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