Today is my 55th birthday, born in 1955.
Or, as I like to think of it, today is the fiftieth anniversary of my turning five years old.
Which I have been accused of remaining arrested at — in both a good and a bad way.
I offer no defense.
H(e)artfelt thanks to all who have offered congratulations. At this advanced age of elderliness, the next birthday is no longer a given.