One day a year I take a break from this blog to celebrate my daughter's birthday. Today is that day. But first a little story. When I was 12 years old, my family moved to another city. During those first months of adjustment, I kept noticing a Hess gas station that we'd drive past almost every day. There was a sign underneath the large Hess sign that read: "32279". The number was the gas station's street address, but I translated it as a date in the future. I joked that momentous things would happen on March 22, 1979. Well, March 22, 1979 came along about six months later and it was significant only in the fact that I fainted in art class after accidentally stabbing myself in the hand with a sculpting tool and getting a close up view of my own blood (I had a thing about that then). So March 22 became known to me as a day of humiliation. Fast forward six years to 1985. I was head-over-heels for a girl who worked the jewelry and layaway counter at the...
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