By Fred Steiner
Bear with me as I gobble – care for piece? – a fork full of my birthday cake.
For me, Nov. 9 is the sweetest day on the Roman calendar. And, unlike previous birthdays, this one comes with a nice ring to it.
My Uncle Sam sent me my own Medicare card.
In a birthday wish to appreciate how previous paternal ancestors celebrated their 65th birthdays, please consider the following stories: