Tomorrow is my sixty-freaking-sixth birthday, but a very old friend of mine sent me well wishes today. I think he was trying to beat everyone else. He also sent along this photo of a bunch of colorful straps that he took during one of his many trips to third and fourth world countries. They can be found in a Central American town with a name that trips off the tongue and tumbles down the stairs -- Chichicastenago -- Guatemala. The main reason he sent the picture wasn't the myriad colors on display or the fact that no two straps seem to be alike, but probably because he just wanted to use the name Chichicastenago correctly in a sentence. He also hoped that the next twelve months would be full of surprizes, intriguing pleasures, and wonderful moments -- with my new knees. Since it's the thought that counts, I'm not sure whether I should tell him that I have new hips, not knees.