B-52

Yesterday was it. My fifty-second birthday. Unbelieveable. If you'd asked me only a little while ago if I thought I'd make it to this age I have given myself a 50/50 chance.

Shakespeare, born supposedly on April 23rd, 1564, died on his 52nd birthday, in 1616.

For better or worse, I seem to have survived it. Unless I'm a ghost writer.

Not B-52 Bomber, B-52 Bummer!