Well, it's THAT day again.
As of today, I have been walking God's Earth for 47 years now. Last night I went out for a nice dinner with my dear friend Deborah, to an Italian restaurant in Manhattan called La Pizzeria Fresca. It was really terrific, with a very good atmosphere and good pizza. As we about to have dessert, I saw a waiter coming to our table with a chocolate dessert with a single candle as I heard a recording of "Happy Birthday" played in the restaurant. I looked at her and she smiled at me. The patrons applauded when it concluded.
Oh, that Deborah is such a sneak! And I thank God she's a part of my life. She's a gift from a dear friend who we both miss very much.
Today I am not planning anything special. I'll be home watching the NFL playoffs, and hoping the Minnesota Vikings can give me a nice birthday present. They actually won their only NFL title (just before the merger with the AFL) on January 4th, 1970, against the Cleveland Browns, 27-7. I think the Giants will be rooting for the Vikings today too, as if the Vikes win, the Giants play the Arizona Cardinals, who beat Atlanta. If the Eagles beat the Vikings today, they will play Philly next weekend.
It's hard to believe I'm 47 today. I'm the same age as the uniform number of the guy whose pictured in this post. (You mean you didn't know that Tito wears 47? I think most of the world doesn't.) It's like I keep saying to myself every birthday, "It's just a number. It's just a number."
One of these years I'll finally believe it.