Briefly noted, yesterday was my main man Rick Springfield’s 60th birthday. Sixty. That’s only a couple years younger than my parents. Good thing I didn’t put that together when I was a teenager; the cognitive dissonance of my guitar hero being in the same general age group as my folks would no doubt have triggered some kind of mental breakdown. Of course, the similar age is easier to ignore when you consider that my parents have never looked anything like this:

Yeah, I hope I look that good in another 20 years. Hell, I wish I looked that good now…