Birthdays
Want to know what is strange? I'm 42 years old, yet I have nearly no memories of my birthdays, though I recall my last two birthdays. The one before last year I took a test and didn't celebrate my birthday. My dad sent me some Omaha Steaks, which was pretty nice. I was living outside of Rapid City at the time. Last year I ordered a pizza and shared it with my son in the park. He likes pineapple on his pizza, so say what you need to say about that. We played on the locomotive , which is the remnant of an old railroad museum, at the park afterward. There was no party, but having my son with me was special. That's all that mattered. My favorite girl emailed a birthday wish, so that made my day. She didn't have to do that. Unexpected things mean a lot. What I don't like about birthdays is you get your hopes up and think, erroneously, that it is a special day. Think of it like any other day and you won't be disappointed. Nothing out of the ordinary or spectac...