So, I turn 34 today. Yay! Happy Birthday to me.
Birthdays are funny things. You love them when you’re a kid, longer if you like cake, but eventually they turn into hard things to celebrate as we accumulate more baggage. I’ve always shared my birthday with my brother.
No, my brother and I are not twins.
That sucked growing up, but became all right as we got older and now that we’re middle aged, it’s almost a comfort.
But like many people, I often find myself giving way to nostalgia for my lost youth when my birthday shows up on the calendar. I find myself getting misty-eyed about fads that have since faded away.
Last night I had the sudden urge to listen to Warrant’s Down Boys, a song I remember liking from my childhood. I had the time and means to turn my urge into action. So I downloaded the song from iTunes.
As you can well imagine it didn’t end well. Nostalgia rarely does. The song hasn’t aged well. Neither, for that matter, has Jani Lane.
But it’s hard to maintain a good nostalgia binge when sometimes the memories aren’t so great. You see, this year my birthday marks the 25th anniversary of the Challenger explosion.
I remember it well. A school teacher in tears running into my art class. The space shuttle had exploded. All the astronauts were dead.
So, enough of this walk down memory lane. Happy Birthday to me, to my brother, to my friend, John.