Birthdays should be mourned as measures of lost innocence. Each tick of the clock is a reminder of the unraveling of the veil of virtue hiding countless flaws. Sixty-two years ago today, the unraveling began.
I have a copy. It is very short; compact describes it. Compact, with an incredible left hook.
Go get a copy of “A Clean Well Lighted Place” and we’ll read it together.
Happy birthday to a great youngster! May you have many more exciting and healthy adventures ahead
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