Birthday

 

 

The age of sixty two hits me today.  On this day in 1960 I was born.  There were no signs and portents in the sky and the most important thing to happen on that day was a performance by a garage band from Liverpool in a West German strip joint.  A copy of The Sensuous Dirty Old Man by "Doctor A" (Issac Asimov) would be nice.  I'm so old that I remember when Saturday Night Live was actually funny.  I'm so old that I remember when The Blue Danube was a waltz and not a soundtrack for spaceflight.