Birthday Boy
My birthday wasn’t looking good. Now, I’m a strong believer in the idea that having a good birthday was my responsibility, but this year chips had been falling where they may and despite my usual optimism I didn’t see much to give me hope. My best friends were deserting me; Brian needed to go down to Stanford to attend a conference, and Mark drove up to Nova Scotia with his family. And Liz, well, she was a bit shaky. As often happens, an accident led to a...