Tuesday, January 30, 2007

My Birth: A Day That Will Live In Infamy

Today is my birthday and it's a day that will live in infamy. I had no idea that the date of my arrival into this wonderful/horrible world was associated with so much sadness and bad karma. To wit:
Jan. 30, 1649.
English King Charles I was beheaded by order of Parliament under Oliver Cromwell.

Jan. 30, 1798.
The first brawl in the history of the history of the US Congress broke out in the House of Representatives in Philadelphia, PA after Matthew Lyon of Vermont spat in the face of Roger Griswold of Connecticut.

Jan. 30, 1941.
Dick Cheney - our 46th Vice-President and possibly the meanest, grumpiest, most stubborn and delusional man in the history of the world - was born on my birthday in Lincoln, NE.

Jan. 30, 1948.
Indian religious and political leader Mahatma Gandhi was assassinated in New Delhi by Hindu extremist Ram Naturam.

Jan. 30, 1968.
Tet Offensive begins in Vietnam. After calling for a cease-fire during the Tet holiday celebrations, North Vietnam and the National Liberation Front launched a major offensive thrughout South Vietnam.

Jan. 30, 1969.
This was the day the music died, as the Beatles performed their last live gig on the rooftop of Apple Records (as recorded in the film Let It Be).

On the plus side, former Small Faces and Humble Pie frontman Steve Marriott was born on January 30, 1947. They don't make 'em any cooler than the original Little Steven.

And today my co-worker Michelle presented me with a hand-knitted winter scarf, while Brad burned me a mash-up mix CD and The Dreamgirls (Emma, Sarah and Mel) sang "Happy Birthday" to me. So, maybe things have turned the corner.

BUT WAIT - just like in all those sappy "I don't think there's going to be a Christmas this year" movies until something miraculous happens to save the day at the end...when I got home from work tonight, I had a message from my ex-wife congratulating me on turning 50 (The Big 5-0 is a milestone, after all). That was the biggest thrill of all. There are few things in existence as life-altering and traumatic as going through a divorce and for years there has been a chill (understandably so) between us. But lately, with so many of our friends and family having suffered illnesses or passing away, well...it's hard to justify carrying ill-feelings forever. Life is just too short. I think she realized that, and I'm glad she did. After expressing incredulity not only that I had made it through to 50 but (perhaps even more incredibly) that I still had the same message on my answering machine for the past 15 years, she said some really nice things that will make this a memorable day for years to come.

7 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

That message on your machine is 14 years old tops. I think you stopped changing it sometime in 93. Before that you were changing it almost every week!

12:17 AM  
Anonymous erik boring said...

happy birthday, you Dick Clark powers of agelessness are quite impressive.

12:31 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Congratulations on the milestone birthday, Tom!

I second the thought that life is too short to carry ill feelings. Maybe there is hope.
Steve

2:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday, Tom.

M.H. Kaelin

6:41 PM  
Anonymous Nancy said...

Happy belated Tom. I've become a really bad judge of people's ages (thus, always dating men at least 10 yrs younger than myself), but you don't look 50. But then again, what does 50 look like anymore?

Needless, I am glad it was a great day, and I wish you another 50 years, feeling and looking as good as you do now!

3:29 PM  
Anonymous Violet said...

Happy belated birthday! I hope I age (mentally and physically) as gracefully as you. And don't feel bad about the cavalcade of disaster on your birthday - my birthday is the capstone of "Nutcase's Weekend", including the Oklahoma City bombing (April 19th), the Columbine massacre (April 20th), and Hitler's birthday (also April 20th). Then again, I have the same birthday as Iggy Pop, so that effectively reverses any bad juju.

2:00 PM  
Blogger Tor Hershman said...

Moi t'were born on Jan 15th and there is an amusingly tragic wee tale that twists about why Ronnie Raygoon changed his mind concerning M. L. King's birthday being a national holiday but MUST be celebrated on Jan 20th.

Stay on groovin' safari,
Tor

4:43 PM  

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