Birthdays fine; friends are forever (At Week’s End column)


July 29, 2016 - 12:00 AM

Sixty-five years ago three little kids huddled around a make-shift table in a Humboldt backyard with a simple white cake in the center. Candles were lit and I blew out their tiny flames.

Then, Sarajane, Tony and I dug in. First sandwiches and chips — you have to eat that before cake, Mom declared. By the time we were finished celebrating my birthday on that hot summer day, our faces were smeared with frosting and our tummies were full.

I celebrated another birthday Friday, but not outdoors. Wife Beverly made my favorite, homemade macaroni and cheese, which we consumed while Angus dutifully awaited a morsel or two. 

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