Happy Birthday

As so often happens, I’m a day late and a dollar short.  In this case, I barely made the right day, and what I am short is a post about John Erickson vs. 50 years old.  John’s a great guy, even if he likes goats.  I’m an old goat, and he seems to like me.  The best I’ve got on a very busy day, is how I came to know him, and know of him.
I was working in the lab, late one night, when my eyes beheld….No, no, wait! That’s how I ran into BrainRants.  I tripped over him, and fell into blogging.  I soon noticed a plethora of comments on his site from an intelligent, knowledgeable gentleman.  He had lots of information and opinions, even if he didn’t have a blogsite.  As I ventured deeper into the blogosphere jungle, I found his footprints everywhere.  Always the voice of reason, the reason was that, even though Nancy Reagan suggested it, he couldn’t “just say no” to commenting.
He eventually created a blog of his own and now dispenses wit and wisdom, the occasional whine, and stories about kittens.  What’s not to like?  The Mayans were apparently wrong, so we’re here today to honor him on his 11th, 39th birthday.  It’s thyme to introduce the sage of Ohio, a man who’s a legend in his own mind, even when it’s on medical leave – the one, the only – John Erickson.  C’mon out here and take a bow, John!  Let’s hear it for the birthday boy folks!
John Erickson