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On this day, in the Year of the Tiger, I was pushed (quite literally) into the world. I didn’t come willingly, but kicked and screamed in protest. It was warm and safe where I was, and I didn’t want to leave.

Some say  I’ve never adjusted.

I celebrated today quietly, with birthday cake and potato chips. I smoked a good cigar and drank coffee while I watched a few episodes of the old Kung Fu TV series. (Thanks, Stan Mitchell, for blogging about it. You reminded me how much I enjoyed that show.)

Yi_mein

That picture is a dish of sau mein, longevity noodles.

I’ve lasted much longer than I ever thought I could, and had a better time than I dreamed possible. It’s been a hell of a ride, and it ain’t over yet. Not by a long shot.

Hang on.