The Day After

“Anything but Boxing” day

The day after Christmas was my father’s birthday. If he had not kicked the bucket over a third of a century ago he would be 98 years old today. I can’t imagine him sticking it out that long.

As a kid I always felt sorry for him that his birthday fell on the day after such a big holiday. How anti-climactic. Family and friends are all surely “celebrated out” by the time…