It's my birthday — number 75 if anyone is counting

Made in 1943

| Well I'm counting! Being able to celebrate another birthday now seems like a pretty fair accomplishment. The problem is I've lost count of how many times I have to use each toe and finger to do the math.

1943 was a good year. My cohort includes luminaries like Robert De Niro, Billie Jean King, George Harrison, Christopher Walken, John Kerry, Geraldo Rivera, Sharon Tate, Chevy Chase, Barry Manilow, Janis Joplin, Keith Richard, Mick Jagger, and many others. It sounds catty to say it, but I'm always grateful to Mick Jagger because he makes me look fabulous, in the same way that some of the people I see out in public make me feel svelte. (For more, visit

So, how will I spend my birthday? Probably pulling weeds in the backyard, unless it's too windy, too hot, too cold, or too I-don't-feel-like-it. Although it will harden my arteries, I'll probably go to Denny's to have my free birthday slam for breakfast. And then, Starbucks wants me to come in for a "birthday reward" of "a drink or food item" of my choice. Later, the gang and I will go to Bill's Pizza to enjoy our usual pizza, salad, and beers; it's our standard birthday celebration, and a fine tradition it is.

I have no idea how long I'll live. Although I take enough drugs to stock a small pharmacy, and although my cardiologist, my urologist, and my rheumatologist may disagree, I think I'm in fine fettle. Besides, I have another item on my bucket list that I'm determined to accomplish: See Trump leave the White House (preferably in handcuffs) and the second Reconstruction begin.

Last updated on Apr 30, 2018



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