“Happy birthday!” cries my father. “How old are you, now?”
“Thirty-five,” I reply.
“All right,” he says. “Halfway there!”
Apparently he knows something that I do not.
March 10th, 2006
“Happy birthday!” cries my father. “How old are you, now?”
“Thirty-five,” I reply.
“All right,” he says. “Halfway there!”
Apparently he knows something that I do not.
