I want to thank all of you who braved the miserable weather last Thursday to attend my very special surprise 90th birthday celebration at the Southport Town Hall.
For fear of leaving someone’s name out, I’m not going to attempt to name all who helped get the hall set up, to those who created such an array of gourmet dishes (appetizers, entrees and dessert), to those who served and cleaned up afterwards.
I would be remiss if I don’t recognize some people. First, that shy, retiring Fire Chief, Gerry Gamage, plus three of Southport’s finest, Adam, Matt and a third volunteer that I’m sorry I don’t know. They arrived in not one but two fire trucks, with horns honking, sirens screaming and light flashing. Up the front steps of the hall charged the chief, dragging a hose. He was concerned with all the smoke coming from 90 candles!
Next, my dear dynamic duo from Burnt Island fame, Jean McKay and Elaine Jones, who came to Dee’s rescue to create my surprise party. I understand that Elaine made and distributed “Wanted” posters announcing the potluck. Over our many years of friendship, they have never ceased to amaze me with their creative talents.
After all sang Happy Birthday, there were calls for a speech. I thought for a moment and announced that I was speechless. Now, those of you who know me know that I have rarely been speechless.
What’s my secret to 90? All I can say is that without my dear Dee by my side for 56 plus two years, I would not be here today. We, the Wrights, are so very fortunate to have dropped anchor in such a caring and supportive community.
Many thanks to all of you and signing off in somewhat local terms: It was “some wicked good party!” Unbelievable!
Howard Wright Sr.