I just called Charlie and wished him a happy birthday. Charlie turned 73 today.
"I can't believe you remembered my birthday," Charlie said over the phone.
"You're the cavalry," I told him. "There have been many nights over the years I was on my last leg and you showed up with something good to eat and drink along with my medications. For that, I am ever grateful to you."
"Love you," Charlie replied. "I will be there in the morning with you and Maggie some breakfast."
Tommorrow is also my brother's birthday. He will have turned 43. He is in Helena, Montana at the moment doing some freelance oncology work. I will have to call him tomorrow afternoon.
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