Today is my birthday. Hold the applause, please. I was born in 1952, so you can do the math. I heard on NPR this morning that today is the actor Kevin Spacey’s birthday as well. He is seven years younger than me and has an Oscar. Over the past few days people have said to me, “Are you taking the day off for your birthday,” and my reply, consistently, has been, “Why would I waste a perfectly good vacation day on that.” You get to a certain point, and it doesn’t matter very much any more. George did send me a lovely bouquet of flowers this morning to my office.
I associate the birthdays of my childhood with the Greene County Fair, which always happened right around my birthday, and making hay–working in the field loading bales onto the hay wagons and then working in the hay mow storing the hay for the animals in the winter. The most notable thing about that was how hot it always was. Today’s weather is typical: 95° F. with a heat index of 105°