He called me today, while he sat in traffic on his iPhone, to wish me a Happy Birthday. Said he felt bad that there hadn’t been cake; felt bad that he hadn’t called.
Anyway… he mentioned that he finally got himself on Facebook and that I should look for him.
I had to ask if there was a picture and if I’d recognize him.
“A bearded one,” he said.
“Your Osama Bin Laden pic?” I asked, referring to his profile pic here on Blogger.
“Not quite,” he said.
Of course not. This time it’s My Brother the Christian Crusader.
I’m wondering how many more uses he can dream up for that silly fake beard.