A century later and it's a gas, gas, gas.
September 24, 2007
I remember calling my Dad once to wish him a happy birthday.
I was fresh out of school, living on my own and pretty proud that I had remembered his birthday. “Thanks Jon,’ he said. “But my birthday was 10 days ago.” …oops.
I mention that story because most of us missed a birthday earlier this year.
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