One of the last holidays of the year in These titles mean nothing.

Today’s his birthday. He’s 78 if he’s still alive.
I have a mutual friend I ask about him but the last few times the friend hasn’t had anything to say about him. I have a phone number that I doubt is any good anymore.

I don’t really want to talk to him. In a way it’s too bad. Maybe we could have ended up friends. It’s too late now. Close to it, anyway.