Today I am 50. Half a century. I hereby claim the right to be unrepentantly crotchety and cranky.
Also 50 years ago, the Hungarian Revolution broke out. So in Hungary, they are celebrating my birthday with fireworks and other raucous behavior. The Soviets crushed the revolution 12 days later. Yet I, safe in my Indiana crib, lived to fight another day.
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