I have probably made this claim previously, but most friends know that my respect for redundancy has never been more than trivial. So, here I go again, certain that there finally are but two groups of people-those who have egos and admit it and those who likewise have ‘em and don’t admit it.I’m in the former group--giddy as a five-year-old with a store-bought birthday cake--buoyed by warm memories of a 60-hour whirlwind of accolades marking my 87th birthday.It all began with a Magnolia, TX, potluck luncheon thrown by church Primetimers on my birthday “eve-eve.” It ended in Brownwood, TX, where ...