Memorable birthdays:
Ages 1 to 9: I believe that the entire California rainy season falls on Feb. 5. It always rained. We hardly ever went outside.
Age 10: Maybe we should have stayed indoors. A brawl broke out in our backyard. At least the birthday boy wasn’t hurt.
Age 13: My father took us bowling. Before the age of pin-spotters, he had to put all of the bowling pins back himself. Fortunately, we didn’t hit many anyway.
Age 16: I made a bee-line to DMV to get my driver’s license. After that I was quite popular with 14 and 15 year-olds.
Age 21: My first legal visit to a bar was boring and disappointing.
Age 30: At Stowe ski resort, I danced vigorously with 20-somethings to prove I wasn’t getting old.
Age 38: I was stood up by my girlfriend after an argument. I spent my birthday alone.
Age 40: After I played music at my party, a better pianist sat in and upstaged me. Happy birthday, Mike!
Age 42: Pickett, a much better girlfriend, suggested we all dance to music from the new MTV. Kids came too. What fun!
Age 50: I was upset all day because my co-workers and my family did not wish me a happy birthday. That is, until the surprise party, when Pickett brought a cake to my work. I was in a state of shock.
Age 60: I was depressed about being old. Old? Sixty? Let me tell you about old, kid!
Age 70: The best birthday ever. Three other singers put on a concert with me at our house, and I played Broadway tunes in a sing-along. I sang “I’m StillHere,” probably a little prematurely.
Age 74: At the opening night of “1776,” the cast of McLean Community Players celebrated with me after the show.
Age 80: I sang “I’m Still Here” again, in a Zoom birthday party during the pandemic.
Age 84: I’m still here!
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