So, today is my 50th birthday, which I guess should feel more momentous. Or perhaps portentous. At any rate, I thought I would be more mature, more wise. (Ha!) And that I would probably have a broader vision with more answers – or at least more information. I also think that I thought that I would be, well, older.
If someone recalls anything in particular about August 16, they might recall that Elvis Presley died on this day in 1977. If they recall anything about the date at all.
Book ’em, Dano.