The oldest person I know in my life is my grandfather, who's 91 years old and still going. My great uncle Steve taught me the importance of developing gravestone attributes like kindness or being a good father rather than prestige. A Soviet-Russia birthday tradition of pulling on one's ear the number of times that they're years old has never been confirmed.
Birthdays! Why do Americans prefer Thanksgiving and the Fourth of July to theirs? Why do they make Stephen think of molasses and chicken feed? And is “Happy Birthday” the worst song ever written?