I know it’s the birthday of the United States Marine Corps.
But it’s also the anniversary of the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Of course, that reminds me that it is my father’s birthday. After my parents divorced and we moved to Missouri, I would hear this song on the radio (or once on my mother’s newly acquired Reader’s Digest Blowin’ in the Wind boxed set of LPs–which I still own of course), and I would remember to call my father (collect) to wish him a happy birthday. I probably tell you this story every November, gentle reader; thank you for indulging me.
He died at 47. I cannot imagine him or my sainted mother as elderly.