House of Burgess

Twenty-five years ago today I was born in Bloomington, Indiana by a C-section. Then, I was a naked, helpless newborn and now I'm a clothed, full-time daily newspaper reporter, so I think things have been on an upswing ever since. It's an odd feeling having turned a age that can be used to neatly divide a century into four equal pieces. I think the weirdest thing is not having a significant event to look forward to that will change on birthday for a while. I mean, I guess other than not being eligible for the draft after my next birthday (hooray!). And I guess my car insurance rates supposed to go down soon or something. You know how every wedding anniversary has a theme to it? I feel like every year of your life should be commemorated the same way. If I were a wedding anniversary this would be my silver anniversary. Keep that in mind when you're thinking of presents to buy me.