the little master arrives

Sixty-four years ago -- at 5:30 AM -- I made my entrance into this world.

According to my baby book, my arrival was expected to be a bit dramatic.  I was situated to appear on stage -- bottom first.

The potential mooning was a portent of my future view on life.  But not on that day.

I apparently showed some propriety by righting myself.  Leaving the comfort of the womb for the comfort of family and friends.  And enjoying every moment of it -- even into my seventh decade.

Rumors to the contrary, this photograph is not how I entered the world.  I was actually born clutching a brief case.  For some inexplicable reason, I am not holding it.  The nurse was probably washing it when the photographer was in the delivery room.

Birthdays are a good time to reflect.  But Socrates was not correct.  The unexamined life is often worth living.

So, my advice to myself is to keep on accepting the adventures that life has to offer.  Wherever that may be.  And let other people do the examination for me.