I had thought it was about the fifth of August. That would mean my oldest son’s birthday was yesterday and yes, I did wish him happy birthday, albeit on Facebook. I had also wished him a happy birthday a couple days early during a phone call. Actually I should be calling my mother; I should be calling my oldest daughter and asking her if she needs some money. Of course she does. They all do. All of my children are in various stages of broke. There is little I can do for them. Their needs are boundless; my resources finite.