I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it here before, but I hate Facebook. More than that, I abhor it. Loathe it with a passion. Despise it almost beyond description. The ONLY reason I have a Facebook page is because one of my brothers sent me a request a couple of years ago wanting to be one of my “friends.” What are you going to do? Tell a brother, “No, I don’t want to be your “friend?” “I never liked you when we were kids, why would I want to be your friend now?” Of course not. I DO like my brother. Always have. I think he’s a great guy and I’m very proud of him and ALL my brothers. So I signed up, of course.
Just a few minutes ago I got a “notification” from Facebook that said:
Hi Richard,
You have 1 friend with a birthday in the next week. Help him celebrate!
There’s a problem with this notice…Gerry died in May 2010. I wrote about him when I found out.
Help him celebrate? I only wish I could!
One More Good Adventure 