I had a wonderful surprise this morning. Today, August 30th, is my 50th birthday. I woke up thinking I wanted to read Johnathan Livingston Seagull, which doesn't happen every day. I mean, I can't remember ever thinking that before, particularly. I liked the book, but remember it as a product of the pop-70s culture, although it maybe is the best of the new-age stuff.
Anyway, I found my copy, opened it, and it was inscribed: "To My Dearest Pippa, August 30, 1972, Much Love DAD XXX"
Clearly my dad wanted me to read this book today, too. A late birthday present, 41 years later. Thanks Dad!
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