Today is mistermuse’s birthday. Did I hear you say, “What of it?” Fine. It happens that I’ve been drawing a _____ lately trying to think of something to write about, so my birthday has come around at a most propitious time — the day of my birth — and now the world need not bear to go another day without the sound of musing. Thanks, mom….you too, dad.
I thought it might be interesting (to me, at any rate) to check this date in history to see what other noteworthy misters and misfits were born on October 18. Or….I could tell some birthday jokes. Or….if the lesser of two evils isn’t your idea of an optimum choice, I could do both. Actually, let’s do that. First, the October 18th birthdays:
1889 – Fanny Hurst, novelist. Notwithstanding early fame, her novels and autobiography (titled Anatomy of Me) didn’t sit well with most critics.
1918 – Bobby Troup, songwriter. You may not know his name, but his song lives on:
1919 – Anita O’Day, vocalist. One of the top jazz stylists of her time.
1939 – Lee Harvey Oswald, JFK assassin. A name that lives in infamy.
1947 – Paul Chuckle, British comedian. As apt stage names go, no doubt a better choice than Paul Chortle, Paul Guffaw, or Paul Bearer.
1961 – Wynton Marsalis, jazz trumpeter. 1983 Grammy Award winner.
Last but least, the birthday jokes:
What do Santa’s reindeer sing to him on his birthday? Freeze a jolly good fellow!
Why couldn’t Stone Age man send birthday cards? The stamps wouldn’t stick to the rocks.
What do George Washington, Abraham Lincoln and mistermuse all have in common? They were all (but for one oversight) born on holidays.
A man’s only as old as the woman he feels. –Groucho Marx
When I asked my wife what she wanted for her birthday, she said “Nothing would make me happier than diamond earrings.” So I gave her nothing.
In life one has to go to the funerals of people we like and the birthdays of people we don’t. Thanks for coming anyway.