And I'll cry if I want to!

aging process of men
It's downhill from here!

| Three score and fourteen years ago, I came into this world, kicking and screaming (I suppose), and I'm not leaving yet, at least not without a fight. You know you're getting old when "I pulled an all-nighter" means you got through the night without having to get up to pee.

In earlier years, having a birthday was an excuse to eat more cake and ice cream, as if one ever needed an excuse for that. Now it's an occasion to lament having eaten so much cake and ice cream in earlier years, since it weights heavily about the midsection. But it's also an opportunity to wonder again at how fortunate I am to be living comfortably in a place I love, surrounded by good friends who will treat me to a birthday pizza for dinner.

The digital age has changed birthdays. Now it isn't just your friends and family who wish you a happy birthday. Now those greetings come from far and wide.

It's just as well. An actual cake with the correct number of actual candles would doubtless set off the smoke detectors necessitating a trip to the garage to retrieve a rickety step ladder and balancing precariously trying to silence the damn things.

Bob Hope quip

Last updated on May 3, 2017

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