At some point in the distant past the significance of April 22nd faded. When I was a kid I anticipated my birthday for weeks....mainly for the celebration and less for the gifts. Now, there is only slight celebration and no gifts. It is certainly at case of one gets what they gives because I am terrible at remembering birthdays. I want to remember. I like it when I do. But....oh well...what are you going to do? Anyway....I'm killing time waiting for celebration. I am going to a recently established Italian restaurant to consume carbs. What I miss is my Grandmother's raspberry chiffon pie. I want a birthday pie rather than a birthday cake although if I HAD to have a cake I didn't my my Grandmother's Yellow Angel Food cake. It looked like a regular Angel Food Cake but I guess she left in some yolks and it was yellow rather than white and moister and soooo good. They have something like it at this dessert place in SF that they drizzle with orange stuff and wouldn't mind celebrating with a slice or three of it. My great-nephew's birthday was this past week-end and his gift is on the way. I am getting him a gorilla costume. Seems like a good gift for an 8 year old. Oh...the movie yesterday..wasn't so great. Saw that movie with Ben Affleck and that guy from Australia....forgotten the name...anyway.....waaay too slow for me. On the way home, thought, I bought a wonderful baguette and was just perfect with cold butter. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke and had another piece of baguette with peanut butter..plus an ice-cold glass of milk. Life is good.

Rob

PS: I did have a few great Birthday parties in the late 80's and 90's. Remember Moon? Come to think of it....I've had a bunch of good ones.