Ok, short and sweet this time.
Why? 'Cause I got to cross our street, and any other street, by myself.
Special birthday? A clear winner: my fifth birthday. Why? ‘Cause I got to cross our street, and any other street, by myself. Looking back I can scarcely believe it. Our street was Grand Boulevard and it was indeed grand. Double the width of most streets in our city residential neighborhood. But on the other side? Why, just a block beyond, down Matthews Street, was Page’s, a corner grocery store. About the size of modern convenience stores, or even a bit smaller, it had a remarkable assortment of foodstuffs. Mom would send me there for her (usually calling ahead to Red, Mr. Page). We had an account there so no cash changed hands. And usually a trip there meant a treat for me. Of my choosing.
So my fifth birthday opened my door to the wide world.
Retired attorney and investment management executive. I believe in life, liberty with accountability and the relentless pursuit of whimsy.