Social Security Age
Happy Birthday to me, I’ve reached social security age. And it’s weird. The whole birthday concept is crazy, but hard to ignore that it’s ‘your’ day. I headed out to visit Mom yesterday because it should be a bigger day for her! She did all the work! So, I bought her a few gifts, and asked her what she was doing 62 years ago. “I don’t remember,” she said. So, I did a little remembering on the way home. My 8th birthday, Mom handed me my copy of Wilt Chamberlain’s autobiography. I can vividly recall her handing that to me before school. It’s a humongous book, and I still have it. My 10th birthday was the infamous Little Loop Football game. I rode the bench, and we had an away game in the wind and the cold. I didn’t want to go, but Mom made me, and for the first time all year the coaches put me in the game. I picked off a pass, got tackled, fumbled, and laid in the grass as a kid on the other team scooped up the fumble and took it to the house. I can still taste the dirt. On my 13th ...