Happy Birthday, a day late (2 days late here). I was already in High School and remember looking up at the sky to see something man-made circling the earth but I do not think we could see anything. I was a teacher by the moon landing and lessons stopped for the day.
When I was a wee boy, the 60s was something that happened on TV, and I didn't much care. But, I followed all the space stuff religiously from John Glenn's orbit to the last Apollo missions to Skylab. I even followed all the now forgotten Gemini missions. I also had some relatives working for NASA in those days.
Happy Birthday, Doug! Sorry I'm late with my good wishes.
It was a terrible shock then, because we truly believed that we were better than everyone else then. Now, only those with really lame brains think we are better than everyone else.
Perhaps I should follow the Queen's example and have a seperate "official" birthday when the weather is better and there are no other competing holidays.
I don't really care about the presents, it's the one day of the year where I can be shamelessly self-absorbed and I have to share it with You Know Who.
Yes! Have an official birthday. You could have a parade and ride your imported Texas horse down Christopher Street.
It's hard to imagine that anyone else thinks Christmas day is all about you.
We actually saw the Queen's official birthday parade in the 1980s while we were in London. Those were the days when she still rode her horse - and in a light rain!
I'd love to see that spectacle. No one puts on a military parade like the Brits, and especially the Household Division. Michael and I arrived in London in 2007 on the very day of the Trooping of the Color. Traffic was completely snarled in the city center. We sat down for sandwiches in a small pub near Victoria Station just in time for the RAF fly-over right on top of us. The whole pub shook.
"Then, the culmination of the birthday celebration could be a reenactment of the Irish troubles."
And the funny part is that when we were in Dublin walking down O'Connell Street past The Post Office, I had to explain Easter Monday, 1916 to Michael, and he's the one carrying the Irish passport.
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Happy Birthday, a day late (2 days late here). I was already in High School and remember looking up at the sky to see something man-made circling the earth but I do not think we could see anything. I was a teacher by the moon landing and lessons stopped for the day.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a wee boy, the 60s was something that happened on TV, and I didn't much care. But, I followed all the space stuff religiously from John Glenn's orbit to the last Apollo missions to Skylab. I even followed all the now forgotten Gemini missions. I also had some relatives working for NASA in those days.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday, Doug! Sorry I'm late with my good wishes.
ReplyDeleteIt was a terrible shock then, because we truly believed that we were better than everyone else then. Now, only those with really lame brains think we are better than everyone else.
What's it like to have a Christmas birthday?
It sucks. No parties.
ReplyDeletePerhaps I should follow the Queen's example and have a seperate "official" birthday when the weather is better and there are no other competing holidays.
I don't really care about the presents, it's the one day of the year where I can be shamelessly self-absorbed and I have to share it with You Know Who.
Yes! Have an official birthday. You could have a parade and ride your imported Texas horse down Christopher Street.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to imagine that anyone else thinks Christmas day is all about you.
We actually saw the Queen's official birthday parade in the 1980s while we were in London. Those were the days when she still rode her horse - and in a light rain!
I'd love to see that spectacle. No one puts on a military parade like the Brits, and especially the Household Division.
ReplyDeleteMichael and I arrived in London in 2007 on the very day of the Trooping of the Color. Traffic was completely snarled in the city center. We sat down for sandwiches in a small pub near Victoria Station just in time for the RAF fly-over right on top of us. The whole pub shook.
I'd love to see that spectacle.
ReplyDeleteI'd make a special trip.
Michael would never agree to it. The Royals bring out the Sinn Fein in him.
ReplyDeleteThen, the culmination of the birthday celebration could be a reenactment of the Irish troubles. I know. Sick, sick, sick!
ReplyDelete"Then, the culmination of the birthday celebration could be a reenactment of the Irish troubles."
ReplyDeleteAnd the funny part is that when we were in Dublin walking down O'Connell Street past The Post Office, I had to explain Easter Monday, 1916 to Michael, and he's the one carrying the Irish passport.
Happy belated birthday!
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