Today my dad is 91 years old. His visit to Atlanta was strategically planned so that we would be together on his birthday. As I was contemplating what to write on this blog post I asked my father to reflect upon the most memorable events and inventions during his lifetime. His answers were predictable and included The Great Depression, World War II, the computer, internet, and space travel. What I had not anticipated was a remark he made to me last night. To put what he articulated in context I should mention that a year ago my father had a pacemaker implanted to correct a heart arrhythmia. Although the pacemaker alleviated the symptoms he had been experiencing, he is concerned about more recent symptoms that are probably cardiac related. So, last night when I asked him how he felt about turning 91 he seriously replied, ” Well, I was hoping that I would die of old age but this may not be in the cards.” I need not say anymore. At the age of 91, my dad is vibrant and youthful in every possible way. My wish to him is that he will have many more vital years in which to enjoy the life he loves. Happy Birthday Dad!