“You say it’s your birthday, it’s my birthday too – yeah.”
—The Beatles
Long ago, I was jealous of my step-brother when he had his 7th birthday on 7/7/77. He got seven silver dollars from the bank at the little town he lived in. Of course, I had my 17th birthday on 8/8/88. But in terms of numerological aesthetics, I think I like 08/08/08 better.
Not much of interest happened on 8/8/71, according to a Google search. France did a nuclear test at Muruora Island and Jane Blalock won an LPGA tournament.
Incidentally, it’s nice of China and the world to recognize my big day by kicking off an Olympics. As for myself, I’ll probably go to work and then grill up some steaks tonight. Amy & the kids picked out some nice presents. Cole’s excitement about my birthday is contagious. That’s one of the great thing about kids — they help you see the world through fresh eyes. A birthday through the eyes of a four year old is far superior to one through the eyes of a 37 year old.