Pearl River     Normally, I’m pretty nonchalant about birthdays.  Not other peoples, I should quickly add, but certainly my own.  My standard lines when that time of year would come around would be one of two, either “hey, just another day” or “another birthday is so much better than the alternatives.” As the days rise …

            Pearl River     I regularly get postcards and mailings every five years on the turn of the calendar inquiring, demanding, and soliciting my attendance at a college reunion.  Having barely completed two years there, I get invitations based on my original class and my kind of secondary class.  Either way, I would never go.  I …