Four different people triumphantly found a 90th birthday card, and all four found the same one. I've joined such a select percentage of the population that only American Greetings feels it worthwhile to publish a card -- and they offer only one at that.
My pride in the achievement, of course, is not justified. All that's required is to breathe in and out approximately 756,864,000 times, according to my old-fashioned on-the-desk calculator. I forgot to add in for 22.5 leap days, but then again, I didn't subtract for the two minutes or so when I can't breathe during laryngal spasms.There was a time back in college days when I wrote greeting card verses for 50 cent a line -- not that bad
when minimum wage was 43 cents an hour. This card says "Ninety years of memories must hold so much for you." I don't know what someone got for writing it, but clearly it's someone who doesn't know much about being 90. I don't remember a damn thing any more. The Birthday Scrapbook everyone helped Anna assemble is full of delightful memories (no one sends anything to a Birthday Scrapbook but delightful memories) and they're a great gift because they're mostly things I've forgotten.
Many Happy Returns
to all of you!