It has never bothered me that my birthday is on Columbus Day. I feel no affinity for Chris and except for the fact that I was born in the United States find no reason to take on any kind of anniversary significance. It’s my birthday—and the birthday of many others—and that’s it. I’m not even particularly moved by the celebratory excuse such a calendrical coincidence provides.
Legally, anyway, Columbus Day has been moved.
I’m a bit stunned today. I went to my FaceBook page and found nearly 70 well-wishes on the occasion. But I’m also a bit surprised at myself for sitting here now remarking on the day. …