On my 16th birthday, all I wanted was my driver's license. Mom took me to the license place first thing and I think it might have been the first and only test I ever aced. I drove home. My parents had brokered a deal with me that if I agreed to take over all of the chauffeuring of my younger brother and sister, they would buy me a car. So my Mom turned over her chauffeuring cap and went to play tennis and bridge and I got a 1960 used Ford Falcon. It had turquoise bucket seats. It looked just like this one. Even with the baggage of my brother and sister, it still felt like freedom to me.
My next most memorable birthday was my 35th. I had finally wrangled out of my giant mistake of a marriage and bought an adorable architectural tower (556 sq on 6 floors) of a condo. For my birthday that year, I bought myself a waterbed (super single size which was big enough for two people to enjoy sex but not big enough for them to actually sleep together comfortably). I loved that bed. And I bought myself my first computer. A PC Jr.
Today the big deal will be a short trip up to the office of our bus system and get my Senior Discount Card. For most of the 20+ years I've lived here, the buses have been free downtown. A couple of years ago, they stopped that and it's really put a cramp in my getting around the city. Today ends that. The senior discount isn't as good as it used to be, of course, but, hey, I've earned it so today I'm off to collect.
Happy Birthday to me.