Today is the fortieth anniversary of my 18th birthday.
What was your favorite birthday?
I have more than one. My 18th was great, and I remember it pretty well; we had a nice dinner on the back porch with a bottle of champagne, and I got a nice signet ring that I still have (but don’t wear; fingers get fat in middle age). I also remember driving down to Bowling Green, Ohio, to register for the draft — they still had it then — and registering as a Conscientious Objector. So I guess that was an important birthday. But I also remember my 16th, because I got my learner’s permit, something I’d been waiting for for years. My 30th was not a big deal; I had just moved to Boulder and didn’t know anyone very well, so I went with some kids from the Theatre Department to Bennigans and they bought me drinks. My 40th was really nice; my dad and I went fly-fishing on the Au Sable River in Michigan. For my 50th we went to New York to see The Producers. So here I am at 58 and it’s a work-day (with a present from my folks still to be opened). I guess any birthday you’re around for is a favorite.