Birthdays are kind of neat. Or least I think my birthdays are kind of neat. People congratulate me and wish me well as though I had actually done something -- put out some effort or given the matter some thought -- to get myself born. Actually, I had nothing to do with being born and all the credit goes to the two people who started the whole thing that is me going. When they were alive, I used to thank them on my birthday for their amazing creation. I still thank them while considering the fact that I exist.
So, Ira and Bunny, here's to you.
Thanks.
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