A mind like a steel trap, rusted shut…

June 26, 2007 at 11:40 am (Sweet sticky things)

I’m that guy who remembers birthdays. Odd events. It amazes my friends when I send them anniversary e-mails. I can tell you what happened on this day in 1986, if it was something interesting. I remember where I was when Mt. St. Helens blew, two different times. I don’t remember the Kennedy assassination, (age 2) but I remember where I was and what I was doing when John Lennon was shot. I watched both space shuttles blow up on live TV. I remember where I was the moment Y2K happened. And, of course, 9/11.

But those are big ones. I remember little quirky ones, like the day my sister met her husband. (November 8, 1989.) My brother-in-law (a different one) died on the day of the Simpson-Brown murders. His funeral preceded the infamous white Bronco chase. We drank forties and watched, riveted and grateful for the distraction.

A lot of it comes, I think, from a strict religious upbringing that didn’t allow celebration of holidays, birthdays, etc… Alcohol played a role. It seems less decadent if you drink to celebrate a reason, and I could come up with a reason for every day of the year.

If not, let’s get hammered and create a reason for next year!

Today is a memorable day. It’s the birthday of an ex-boss, and a former co-worker. The grandmother of a friend was born today. The big one? It’s Mizelle’s birthday! I won’t say how old she is, (cough 33 cough) but will say she still looks mighty good for an old lady. She’s in Idaho, or Utah, or wherever the roaming Grandma is this week. (They’re a nomadic bunch.) I’m sure they are having a wonderful time.

Happy birthday, sweetheart.

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