My brother, Bob Singer, turns 49-years-old today. Every reader of the Some Assembly Required Blog please take five seconds and say out loud "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BOB SINGER!"
I remember when he turned forty. I was thirty-one (Yes, he was nine when I was born). Forty seemed soooo old. Now I am forty. Heck, forty is young. I guess as he stares the big 5-0 in the face, he thinks fifty aint old either!
When I was a kid I wanted to be just like Bob. I tagged along with him every time I could. He was a great older brother.
When I was three and he was twelve I dumped a bunch of toys in his fish tank and turned up the heater (cooking all his exotic fish), and he did not kill me. I am sure he wanted to.
He'd always take me to movies and the park (although I learned later that Mom used to give him gas money for doing these things, but I still appreciate it).
He gave me my first beer when I was thirteen. (now that he has teenage kids, I am sure he is less proud of that action!).
When I was fifteen he gave me his car, as he had a company car and did not want to sell his 1966 Mustang. When I was nineteen he took it back, but I did have the coolest car imaginable in high school.
When I got married, he was my best man.
For an old guy, he is still a very cool big brother.
Happy Birthday, Bob!!! And yes, over 100 people a day around the world read my blog, so this is a HUGE INTERNATIONAL BIRTHDAY WISH.
Thus, don't expect a gift. (Plus, under Singer Family Tradition, if you live more than 50 miles apart, no birthday or other holiday gifts are to be exchanged! Hey, I cannot break a tradition!!!)
Have A Great Day.