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OK now it’s official. I’m in the next age group for just about every survey until I’m *glup* 50.

I woke up to Teaspoon curled next to me. He rolled over and cracked me in the face.

Mom called this morning and I learned that she was induced on this day because her doctor wanted to see me born before his vacation that Monday. She was 42 so in the 70′s this was a big deal. I hope he enjoyed the trip. They probably gave me a smoke and shot of whiskey when I came out.

My brother was 17 when I was born and I was baptized on his 18th birthday the following month. You think he’s let me live that down? hell no.

I don’t remember my 5th birthday but I bet all of my aunts, uncles and cousins were drinking Old Milwaukee pounders.

I remember my 10th birthday because it was at the YMCA indoor pool in Harborcreek and we had ice cream cake. I think we tried to drown someone.

I remember my 15th birthday because.. wait, I dont. I had braces so I was probably traumatized.

I don’t remember my 20th birthday. I’m sure it involved me and The Shaggy Dog saloon in Erie where I was already a regular for a year. Did you catch that?

I remember my 25th birthday because it was at the Deckhouse in Cranberry and we came back to the Bordello of Booze for a night of beer pong. That night was a marathon of endurance.

I remember my surprise 30th birthday at John Harvard’s in Monreoville with my new(er) bride, close friends and family.

I’ll always remember my 35th birthday because I’m spending it at home with my wife and 2 boys. The greatest gifts I have ever received.

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