The Beatles' White Album was released when I was nine months old.
The maiden flight of the Concorde happened on my first birthday.
Prince Charles married Camilla Parker Bowles the same day I turned 37.
I was born 70 years to the day after Curly Lambeau (namesake of Lambeau Field in Green Bay, Wisconsin. DUH.)
|Honestly, whatever, but it's my way of reaching out to|
the younger demographic. #ShamelessPandering
|Except that I'm 47 and he's, like, 315.|
Although I just now learned that NASA's Mercury 7 were introduced on my birthday in 1959. (Only John Glenn survives. We should totally have a drink or something.)
Earlier today, Precocious Daughter suggested I write myself a birthday song. And I think tomorrow I'll do that thing. So keep watching this space.
Until then, keep in mind that in 1992 I was a 24 year old "Gen X slacker" who was going to bring down America as we knew it.
And now I'm a home-owning, tax-paying, white-collar worker who votes and all that shit.
I still don't trust the older generation, but pretty soon I will be the older generation.
So. Happy Birthday to me.
I know I'm happy.
Hope you're happy, too.