On Wednesday, 133 Facebook Friends wished me a happy birthday.

Between Facebook, LinkedIn and other social media, I think I set a personal record for happy-birthday wishes. Thanks to all of you.

I also wrote about the experience elsewhere. (Actually, I wrote it before the actual event, though the issue date was the actual birthday.) I was going to write a lot more about it, including the unhappy realization that according to the experts I’ve lived more years than I’m probably going to live. Most of that got deleted because (1) the demographics of weekly newspapers means that a lot of readers are older than I am, (2) those people might not like to read thoughts of aging from someone still younger than they are, (3) no one likes to read whining anyway, and (4) aging beats the alternative.

Here is some musical irony for you. (Because I’m from the ironic decade of the ’80s.) In The Who’s “My Generation,” Roger Daltrey sang, “Hope I die before I get old.” The Who’s drummer at the time, Keith Moon, did die before he got old, but Daltrey and guitarist Pete Townshend are still around, probably still fighting with, if not actually fighting, each other.

A decade later, Aerosmith’s Steven Tyler began “Dream On” with “Every time that I look in the mirror, all these lines in my face getting clearer; the past is gone …” Well, the lines in Tyler’s face are really clear 40 years later; in fact Tyler looks like the improbably-still-alive Keith Richards of the Rolling Stones, which celebrated my first full day on planet Earth by releasing “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction.”