My husband and partner, Fred Canada, turned 80 on Sunday. He’s as amazed as I am, and as amazed as everyone who knows him. That amazement is not because we didn’t think that he’d make it to 80. It’s because no one can believe that he’s that old. He has the energy and curiosity of someone decades younger. He loves what he does and has no plans to retire. Someone once asked him what his exit strategy was. Straight-faced, he answered “Death.” We fly quite a bit, and once past 75, you don’t need to take off your shoes when going through security. He is regularly asked for ID when his shoes are spotted. He’ll talk to weary business owners ready to sell, and they’ll say things like, “Well, I’m just tired and ready to hang it up. I’m not sure you’d understand that, since I’ve probably got 10 or 15 years on you,” whereupon Fred will say, “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” and will reveal his age, which again prompts a request for ID. Honestly, Fred is asked for his ID more often than a nervous high school senior using his sister’s doctored license in a liquor store filled with cops.
I usually sum up my blogs with a business lesson or thought, but this blog is a simple, blatant love note: Happy Birthday, Baby. You are smart and wise and full of life! And as always, you are my hero!