There was a time, not too long ago, when birthday’s freaked me out. The aging thing. My response was to spend my birthdays pretty much alone, at home, reflecting. I tended to partner these bouts of melancholy with vintage port. I could usually get through Godfather 1 and 2 and a good bottle of Warres or Fonseca and the dreaded day would be over. Things have changed. I don’t mind birthday’s nearly as much. However, I do still indulge myself….