It’s my birthday. A promise has been made. My age will not be revealed. However, think old.
Helaine baked a cake and got me a gift. Stef sent a card from SoCal. Doppler sent a card too.
Has anyone else noticed, dogs are dyslexic? I only base this on Doppler and Roxie’s signatures.
I’ll spend a good part of today looking in on Facebook. There is a constant stream of birthday greetings on my wall. It’s like reading pledges on the “Geoff Fox Telethon.”
I read and cherish every good wish received. I am touched you let me in your life.
I was thinking back to my 18th birthday. Nothing really earth shattering happened, but it was a milepost day and I remember some of it in great detail.
I worked at Sears. This was a long time ago, but we were store #4524, a B3A store. I worked in catalog shipping and on the credit desk.
I worked with a girl, a year or two older than me. I think her name was Lucy. We flirted. Nothing ever came of it. I knew very little about girls.
Sears paid us weekly in yellow envelopes. On the outside of the envelope were the handwritten details of my weekly pay. Inside was the money in actual bills and coins!
At lunch I went out, bought an two albums (Cream and Doors, I think, each $2.79) then walked to the Selective service Office at Main Street and Kissena Blvd. On my 18th birthday I registered for the draft.
It was no big deal to the people at the Draft Board. It wasn’t that big a deal to me. I never thought there was a chance I’d be drafted, which was absolutely stupid. I was prime meat!
That draft card with a beta version of my grownup signature is still in my drawer upstairs.
I went back to work
I was nearing the end of living at home. In August I headed to California on my own. In September I moved to Boston to go to college.
I was so naive. I had no idea what awaited me. That’s a lot of birthdays ago.