I don't know why it took me so long to figure this out. I don't like my birth date. December 31. People around the world are pretending to have a good time. people stand in the frigid weather to watch a ball drop at midnight. Firecrackers go off,
dogs bark and run away. I never had a birthday party. Ever. Never as a child. My mother( again with Mother's) was busy making party sandwiches or getting dressed up for a party. The sandwiches were those soft pieces of bread, rolled thin, smeared with cream
cheese and a pimiento olive down the center , roll, put in fridge and then cut into circles. Party time at our house. I always threatened to change my birth day so it was only my day. I just couldn't decide which day to give myself. Now I have . I have
chosen to make my birthday the day before Rosh Hashanah. It is the start of a new year, just like December 31. Only a very small number of people would be interested in my special day, since the Jewish population is not that great. It is a time for sweet eats
to ensure a sweet new year. What better time to celebrate a birth day. So this year I will celebrate on September 29. I will be 85. It will be a sweet and good year.