On Friday we began a celebration of the 55th anniversary of the day I was born. The only, very minor, disappointment of the day was that I failed to win the Mega Millions lottery which was drawn on my birthday. Tragic, I know, but I'm willing to bet that no one whose birthday falls on April 20th won that jackpot either (a safe bet since the jackpot rolled over).
On the other hand, I made out great. Friday I had dinner, alone, with my lovely wife, and then dessert at home with Karen and the boys. It was banana cream pie (much better, in my opinion, than cake) with a bowling ball and pins on it, hinting at my gift from the family: a day at the bowling alley. (I should explain to my New England friends that I refer to ten-pin; the whole candlepin thing leaves me cold.)
We each bowled two lines, and then Tom and I each bowled an additional game. I did very well for someone who gets to bowl at most twice a year (the alley is about an hour's drive away, and it's the only ten-pin alley in central New Hampshire); I averaged 152 over three games.
After bowling we headed toward another rare treat: dinner at the Tilt'n Diner, in Tilton. Tom and I used to eat there a lot when we were here in the summers, and when we were bachelors waiting for Karen and William to move from California at the end of Karen's last picture in 2001.
Before we got to Tilton, however, Karen saw Kellerhaus, a candy and ice-cream place that we've heard about many times, but never tried. So we tried. You get to make your own sundae, and boy, was that fun. We'll be going back.
So, bowling, ice cream, great diner food (Karen and I shared roast beef and Tom had a Bison burger, while the boys got baked macaroni and cheese and hot dogs)—what could top that? A night at the theater with Karen, to see the Village Players put on Noel Coward's "Hay Fever."
Turning 55 was so much fun, I wish I could do it again!
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