Yup Bill...that was me also. Spent my birthday like I have about the past 50 of them...picking corn! Actually, my family was picking the day I was born....10/19/48. Dad came back to the field @ 0900 that day & told uncle...."well, we have a boy...his name is Ronnie (no one called me Ron until I turned about 20...in the Army). They went back to picking.

So far, nothing bad has happened after being 60.

Thanks for remembering Bill.