Birthday Weeks

cakeMy birthday fell on a Thursday this year–yes it was this past Thursday June 18 for all who still want to send cards and presents.

Thursdays for us working stiffs often means little opportunity to celebrate on the actual day. On this birthday not only did Ihave a lot of work to do but my wife and son were at a baseball game–he was playing, she was watching. So I came home to an empty house. Not the best. But this can happen on mid-week birthdays.

My birthday often also becomes jumbled with Father’s day. Not quite like being born on Christmas but in the same realm. This year it worked out OK. Because they were 3 days apart I received extra consideration over the entire 4 days.

That’s when it struck me. Birthday weeks. Why not? After the first few the specific day becomes less important than the proper celebration. Having a birthday week affords everyone of the same opportunities. And if it is a special one, say Frank’s BIG 5-0 coming up in July, take the whole month. More if you need it. Why not? You are worth extolling.

BTW, there are still 3 days left in my 2009 Birthday Week. Just in case you want to go out and celebrate– preferably with me.

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Bob And Elvis

 

Two men.

One I have known since second grade (45 years ago), was best man at my wedding, ate ribs at his home when we were kids, shared countless growing up experiences from adolescents to teens to young men to middle age, and even had his dad and my mom spend much of their lives together.

The other  was the King of Rock and Roll. Yes, that Elvis.

I have celebrated the birthday of one of these two every year for decades. The rest of the world has celebrated the other’s. It is talked about in the papers on radio and and TV. (You can guess which is which.)

For some odd reason it only hit me this year that January 8 is the day for both Bob and Elvis–listed in order of importance to me though I am a huge fan of the King of Rock and Roll.

I did not have time to fly to Memphis this year to weep at Elvis’ grave.  I did call all 3 of Bob’s phone numbers and left birthday wishes.

The even stranger twist to all of this is that now I realize that both a close friend and I share birth dates with legends of Rock and Roll. Sir Paul McCartney and I have that connection.

So So belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Bob and dead Elvis.

And come June when you hear about Sir Paul, think of me.