Again it’s that day of the year when the calendar kicks a certain Fifth-Fifther
in the pants and says, "Get your lazy hiney out of bed, birthday boy." On a
Monday, no less.

In response to the calendar, I say, "Let 34 be that year when I defend the
dissertation and put grad school properly to rest."

And, uh, yes, that is me on the left. First birthday (or perhaps first-ish; might be my brother’s fourth b-day). In the background, a vintage Cootie game and B/W kitchen cabinets made to look like windows to the outdoors (with tree branches, etc.).