I am approaching a birthday, and birthdays always seem like a time to assess my life. Actually, for many years now they have seemed like a time to shriek with horror over the prospect of mortality, but I’ll settle for the assessment. Today, I’ve decided to look back at what can only be called idiot moments. There have been so many over the years that it will be hard to pick just a few. But here are a couple that come to mind . . .
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