Science makes the beat go on forever

[sovay]

My father was born in a year of flying saucers. He keeps waiting for them to come back for him, but since he's still on this planet, we celebrated his sixty-sixth birthday today with hamburgers and angelfood cake and books. My mother is reading my niece's unbirthday present to her, a picture book about being followed around by ideas. I spent some time clearing branches out of the side yard. My father is talking about New York City; my brother leaves for Radolfzell tomorrow. Geopolitically, things are worse every time I look. On the household level—this is important—today is all right.

Comments

[sartorias]

Happy birthday to your dad! If he's 66, he must have been born the year I was, or maybe the year after. I did not know about the UFOs! This is wonderful!

May he have many, many more!

[sovay]

Happy birthday to your dad! If he's 66, he must have been born the year I was, or maybe the year after. I did not know about the UFOs! This is wonderful!

1952, year of the highest recorded incidence of flying saucer sightings in America. This fact has always meant a lot to him.

May he have many, many more!

Thank you. I shall tell him so!

[moon_custafer]

He’s just ten years older than Andrew. (With all due respect to your dad, I do not think I will tell Andrew this.)