Been sitting around with neighbor Daniel tonight playing cards and trying to get him into Netflix's new series Obliteration. It's got a great mix of special forces saves the world, with wild decadent parties in Vegas.

Daniel won two of the about twenty hands we played, and I was on a roll, must have been that Vegas energy. I think the show messed with his mind, and I took advantage of that. He also got into a rut of shuffling the deck way more than needed.

I told him that my son Riley turns 37 next Saturday and that we have a formula for remembering ages. If I'm at any age on his birthday in December, just subtract 40.

It seemed like a good excuse to call my boy since I figured he would be commuting home and we could talk on his hand held. It was nice, my phone on speaker phone and Daniel sitting in on the talk.

My couple of friends do this to me all the time. The tech is so good it's like we're all sitting in the same room.

Riley sounded great, confirmed the number was 40 and he turns 37. He said he recently thought he was turning 38, but the 40 rule applies.

He also strongly encouraged me to make the trip South to Pensacola to spend Christmas with Shelby and friends. My boy is an old soul and I value his advice!