Springtime & Birthdays...

March 1st. The rain seems to have come back to Portland and my 35th birthday is just around the corner. Damn! Who'd have thought I'd make it to 35 years old? No children, never been in "real" trouble, fully employed. Not too shabby for a black man who grew up in the ghettos of Portland Oregon.

Though I'll downplay the event this year, it is something special. Maybe I'll be able to treat myself to a trip out of the city. Maybe Spokane to see a special lady or to the beach for some true relaxation? We'll see what happens.

Springtime, the time for growth & rebirth. If all goes well (in love, life & work) it will be a very good spring this year.