Another year—another birthday

By SJ Otto

On January 15, of 2019, I reach the age of 64. If I live one more year, I can collect Medicare. I may retire this year. I had a simple birthday. I met with Roger, Mary and my wife Cam at the Texas Roadhouse. We all agreed we would like that restaurant.

There is nothing particularly great about this year. We are one year away from the next decade. Next year we will be in the 2020s. Maybe some great mysticism will come across us next year.  

I got a bottle of wine from Roger and Mary 

and Cam gave me a quarter from 1877. I guess it was as good as a birthday gets. I just love celebrating during the freezing cold, this time of year.