The year was 1958.  America was fascinated with music and movies.  The top grossing films that year included:  The Bridge on the River Kwai, Peyton Place, The Vikings, South Pacific, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Gigi. 

The number one song of 1958 was Tommy Edwards' tune, It's All in the Game. 1958 was all about rock and roll - Jerry Lee Lewis, Frank Sinatra, Ricky Nelson and Elvis Presley were at the top of the charts. Do you remember these classics:  Short Shorts, Get a Job, Lollipop, He's Got The Whole World in His Hands, Witch Doctor, All I Have to Do is Dream, Purple People Eater and of course everyone's favorite, Yakety Yak.

Ford introduced the Edsel. Sputnik 1 fell to Earth from its orbit and 9,235 scientists published a plea to stop nuclear bomb tests. The U.S. Army inducted Elvis Presley, making the King of Rock & Roll into U.S. private #53310761.

1958 was a big year for Movin' Out – that's when our esteemed publisher (and my beloved spouse!), Steve Pollock was born.  Steve made his debut with little fanfare in early May.  His parents shirked tradition and did not bestow the generations old moniker of Strickler on him, instead naming him after their favorite Superman actor, Steven Reeves.

Steve was the firstborn child.  He was a born leader from the start.  His traits and personalities run the gamut from loyal, loving, kind, considerate, imaginative, creative to stubborn and argumentative.  His greatest joy is being in the outdoors.  He is known for his gardening expertise and is a blue ribbon champion at the County Fair for his pickles.  Although he doesn't like my many "Honey-Do-Lists," he always grabs his tool belt and gets the job done.  His closet is full of expensive suits but he prefers his Wrangler blue jeans, flannel shirt and rubber boots.

Steve has rough hands from being what I call a "Man's Man" but those hands tenderly and lovingly cradled our children when they were babies and have wiped many a tear away from someone who was feeling sad. 

You're fifty, baby.  The big 5-0!  Gone are the days of having your hair cut in scraggly shag and wearing extremely short cut-offs.  You still rock with the best of them, however, as you drive down the highway in your Silverado and groove to the tunes on XM radio. 

Penny candy is hard to find.  The nickel ice cream cone is long gone.  The kiddie horse ride machines have disappeared from outside supermarkets.  You can't buy an ice cold Coca Cola in a glass bottle from the local service station. Gas for 23¢ a gallon – someone grab me, I think I'm gonna faint! 

But it's not all doom and gloom – classic rock is making a comeback, so are platform shoes.  Disco is dead, and that's a good thing.  Look closely; there are some oldies but goodies still in circulation.  And you?  Well, baby, when I look at you I still see the scraggly shag haired boy wearing a pair of extremely short cut-offs, driving a Ford pick-up of many colors.  I see kind eyes and an infectious laugh and I laugh along with you. Meet me at the malt shop and I'll buy you a cherry-lime.  My treat.  You're not getting older, you're getting better.  And haven't you heard?  50 is the new 30.  You're just hitting your prime, baby!  Happy Birthday from your much younger wife!