I rip open a tin of peanuts and eat them slowly, savoring each nut. It is February 6, my birthday. This is not quite the meal I had planned. I have lived a nice, round thirty years. What have I to show for it? I write my own epitaph. STEVEN CALLAHAN FEBRUARY 6, 1952 FEBRUARY 6, 1982 Dreamed Drew Pictures Built Boats Died
