BIRTHDAYS, BLINDNESS AND DESIGN
It’s my first-born’s birthday today. He’s 22, which, how is that even possible? Guess what he got for an early birthday present? A JOB! HURRAY! He called a few days ago, excited because he had finally gotten hold of the manager at the sushi restaurant nearby, where he’s been a couple of times on his job-hunting rounds. We’ve actually been to the sushi restaurant at least twice, when we were visiting during the past two years. He had left his resume with someone there ages ago, asking them to pass it along to the manager, but apparently that never happened...