The 28th is my Birthday – I can’t Drive 55
My birthday is coming up in a few days. Actually, it’s the 55th anniversary of my birthday. Well, never mind the semantics. I won’t be celebrating it. One of my nieces died on the 24th and will be buried on the 29th, so I’m not going to be celebrating anything. Filipinos keep the casket in the house from the date of the death until the date of the burial. They have a kind of wake in the meantime, with gambling and drinking to go along with everything else. I don’t understand it but it’s their culture, not mine.
My Birthday – I can’t Drive 55
As I write this, my next door neighbors (on the other side of the creek) are having a birthday party for a one-year old child, with videoke (karaoke), gambling and drinking. For Filipinos, any reason is good enough for drinking and gambling. Hey, I’m not knocking it. I live here. I’ll even take part in drinking sessions on occasion, but I never gamble.
On the night of my birthday, I was going to do one thing intentionally. I was going to dust off my netbook, hook up some speakers outside the house and play “I Can’t Drive 55” by Sammy Hagar as loud as the speakers would let me:
The keyword here is “was”. I’m afraid I won’t be in any kind of mood for it now.
My youngest brother-in-law’s birthday was on the same day as Francine’s death. He didn’t do any kind of celebrating either.
For anyone who doesn’t understand the reference to the speed limit of 55, you just need to read about the National Maximum Speed Law that was in effect from 1974 to 1995, with 55 being the maximum speed limit until 1986.
The places I got speeding tickets for going over 55 many years ago don’t have that speed limit anymore. I want my money back.