Music: “Halcyon & On & On”, by Orbital.

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“I’m sorry I can’t go to your birthday party today.”

“What party?” I say to Jimmy Gonzales, my 3^rd grade classmate, who stares at me with those freaky bug-eyes of his.

Jimmy turns and heads off towards the butt-ball game on the other side of the playground. The yard is filled with children in blue school uniforms, chaotically moving here and there. The school day is almost over, and, the teachers of St. Anthony’s Catholic School always allow for a final recess before setting us loose on our parents.

In the distance I see Sean Kennedy about to do a fantastic dive off the top of the tire stack into a pile of cedar mulch. Frantically, I run straight at him, waving my arms like a monkey on a banana-binge. By the time I reach him, I am out of breath.

“Dude?”

“Do you know anything about a surprise birthday party for me?”

Sean considers his answer, carefully, takes a step back, and disappears from view. A second later he is flying off the top of the huge mound of tractor trailer tires into the pile of cedar. When he emerges, his usually perfect afro is now nappy and covered in bits of mulch.

“Yeah, man,” he nods and begins dusting himself off. “We’re all supposed to go to your house for a party after school.”

My heart starts racing like a thoroughbred at the Long Acres track. I am having a birthday party. My first birthday party. My first surprise birthday party.

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Birthday Jukes is a short-story work in progress. Copyright © 2008, Do You KNOW Clarence?™ All rights reserved.

This year, for the 4th of July holiday, we traveled back home to Seattle and visited with family, and friends. We were exhausted by the time night fell…

Music: “Is He Remembered”, by Greg Kuehn.

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Gather round, as I run it down, and lay out the tragic tale of a boy, his bike, and his Tour de France broken dreams.

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I, am not a republican. I do, however, hold in high regard the fashion genius that is The Black Republican.

The style is simple. Chinos, with a white button-down. The tie? Armani. Flavor? Presidential (I once saw George W. Bush rock this same tie on television, and I have been dying to get one ever since). The dark navy blazer provides the necessary canvas (which is actually used to highlight the tie). The whole ensemble is casual and you can dress it up or down (I prefer to dress it up with a pair of crisp, white, Converse All-Stars — i.e. Chuck’s).

This outfit is on-point: comfortable, versatile, and looks like it was tailor made to appeal to, “…my fellow Americans…” Marinate.