Dear Converse All-Star:
Congratulations on your birthday! You've done well since we last saw each other. I read somewhere that you're the best-selling sneaker of all time, that even at 100, you're still desired by young urban hipsters.
You look terrific, as young and fresh as I remember. Matter of fact, when I saw a recent photo of you, my heart jumped. It was like we were right back in 1966.
Can it really be that long? Seems like just yesterday, Chuck – can I still call you Chuck? - that you and I were inseparable, running up and down basketball courts by day, strutting at the bowling alley every night.