An old tradition in parts of Germany for men who were still single on their 30th birthday was to sweep the steps of city hall while dressed in drag until they could find a virgin to kiss. Fortunately, it’s been modernized a bit since then. Now, single men and women spend their 30th drinking cheap booze with their friends while sweeping steps or doing other chores to show they’re “eligible” for marriage.
“Birthdays” are just “life’s participation trophies”.
I once wrote:
Maybe someday it’ll be worth “grazillions” at that Antique Roadshow. I can hear it now: “Yes, Veronica, it’s an original primitive author from the earliest days of print on demand when the aboriginal people committed their stories to bound pages of paper. How did you come by this?” “My Great Great Grandmother Terry was a Real Estate Agent and sold Ferdinand a house. And, he was so pleased he gave her this book. She didn’t think much of it, but my Great Grandmother prized it. So it was handed down to me.” “You do know this is an original with a self-proving provenance?” “Really, I had no idea!” “Yes, all of the originals from the author have a personal dedication and are signed on page 51. Do you have any idea how much it is worth?” “No, but always thought $100 because of it’s uniqueness.” “Well, as an original American primitive author, it’s very rare. We believe less than 100 copies were created at cost of less than $20 each. And, it gives us a rare authentic insight to the American culture from the 1950’s to the 2010’s. So, at auction, we believe that it will be sold for … …”
and there the dream ends. ROFL!
Who knows when life really ends? Maybe when we lose our senses — humor, pathos, frustration, wonder — those are our real senses.
In any event, until the final curtain, this Reinke will just “Face Life”.
Laugh!
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Reinke Faces Life 