2019-04-10 / Editorial

TO ME

Don Lively

"You say it's your birthday.

It's my birthday too, yeah.

They say it's your birthday.

We're gonna have a good time."

Those lyrics were penned by the genius songwriting team of John Lennon and Paul Mc- Cartney.

Genius?

The lines don't even rhyme.

The song, aptly titled Birthday, was included on the Beatles White Album, arguably one of their best.

Except for Birthday, a track that in later years John Lennon referred to as "a piece of garbage".

At any rate, it's true.

Today is my birthday.

To be clear, as I sit here at my outdated and grungy HP laptop scribbling this week's scribblings, it's not my birthday, but the newspapers where I appear are published (or "go to print" for you other ink-stained wretches) on Wednesday and this year my birthday falls on Wednesday.

So, there you have it.

One more trip around the sun complete.

"It's my birthday too, yeah".

I've personally known only one other person who has the same birthday as I do. Her name was Jeannine and she was a Yankee friend of my Yankee cousins. Jeannine and her family came down from Up North to visit a few times after my Yankee uncle had the sagacity to move his family to the Blessed South where my aunt was from. Yankee or not, I had a huge crush on Jeannine. In the course of the adolescent conversations that we had way back then, I learned that she was not only born on the same day as I was, but the same year. We were exactly the same age. But alas, after that last breath of one summer's puppy love, I never saw Jeannine again.

Happy Birthday, Jeannine, wherever you are.

Of course many other people share my birthday, and yours.

Statistically speaking, the odds of sharing a birthday are 1 in 365. With the current estimate of around 7 billion people on earth, you probably share your birthday with approximately 19,178,182 souls.

Makes you feel kinda special, doesn't it.

Then again, if you were born on February 29th, in any year, you only share your birthday with a paltry 4,791,239 other earthlings.

Okay, enough digression for this session.

See what I did there?

Anyway, I do share my birthday with a few prominent folks.

Chuck Connors, AKA The Rifleman, was born exactly 32 years before I was. All those years watching him rapid fire that modified Winchester 44- 40 at all sorts of bad hombres, I never had any idea. But I did once own a toy version of that very same weapon.

Joseph Pulitzer was also born on my birthday. Okay technically, I was born on his birthday. He has a prize for journalism named after him. I don't. But, he and I do have something in common. He was in the newspaper business. I'm in the newspaper business. Kinda sorta. Some believe him to be one of the first purveyors of yellow journalism with its emphasis on graphic sensationalism instead of salient facts. If it's true, he would be very proud of some of the stuff that passes for reporting these days.

King James V of Scotland and I have the same birthday. He died at the age of 30 after a nervous breakdown over a loss in battle. I have nothing in common with such wussified behavior.

A quick Google search turned up several other "notables" with the same date of birth as mine. I'm not sure what notable means to Google, but many of them I've never heard of before.

John Easterling, Olivia Newton John's husband. If that's true, shouldn't her name be Olivia Newton-Easterling?

Anant Ambani, notable for being the son of Mukesh Ambani. Both Ambanis are equally anonymous, at least to me.

Some young woman named Deligracy, whose renown apparently doesn't require a last name, is purported to be a You- Tube gamer, which I suppose in 2019 is sufficient to bring you fame.

Slim Jesus. A rapper. He might have some explaining to do if he ever comes face to face with the real One.

"It's my birthday too, yeah."

My young bride gave me my birthday cake early during a family gathering. It was red velvet, my second favorite kind of cake. Since I'm on a new excruciating low-sugar eating plan, she allowed me to have one moderately sized piece at the dinner and she saved another similar sized slice for today. The rest of it she sent home with other family members, those pigs.

I think she wants me to stay alive and healthy.

So do I.

Happy Birthday to me.

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