> I got up this morning....... well, make that the
middle of the night. It was 4:55 and that little
backache that I get from sleeping too soundly
was keeping me awake. So I got up and
staggered into the sunroom and turned the TV
on (no sound)and sat there a while thinking I
should have started the coffee. I checked out
the weather channel and the inside of my
eyelids for awhile. The little backache was
gone and there was a little light in the east
when a voice behind me said, Happy
birthday." That was the first time I had thought
of it. I don't get excited about birthdays
anymore.
> Yesterday, we drove about 17 miles south to
visit son Sam and family. When I walked in
the kitchen door, the whole place was
decorated with happy birthday stuff, including
a banner that said happy birthday, Dad. False
alarm. It was left from Sam's birthday, about
three days ago.

So are you saying that today is your birthday,
and that your son was born about three days
after your birthday?

My son was born ten days before his mother's
birthday, and eleven before his cousin's. My
wife was born a day before her nephew's
birthday. We were married on the same day
as my sister-in-law's birthday. I was born
exactly three months before my wife. My
mother-in-law was born on Independence
Day, just like George Cohen. I could go on.

Gri"but you get the idea"shny