I know that getting older isn’t supposed to be cause for celebration, but getting wiser is. And at the rate I am going, I will be so darned wise by the time it is all over with, I will explode from wisdom. So, I believe in celebrating wisdom gained. After all it is the only day out of the whole year you can kind of claim as your own (along with the other gazillion folks born on that same day, but who pays attention to them?) I want trumpets and saxaphones, balloons and flowers, festive streamers and party poppers. I want a real live knock out party! I will only gain the wisdom of any given year once, I hope. (Goodness I hate repeats.) So let the noisemakers reign. MG