Carlton had two birthdays. His mother said he was born on April 16. Carlton said he was born on April 17, I insisted that he “pick one and he picked April 17”. I explained to him that my earning capacity was directly connected to my security clearances and it was hard enough explaining that my father didn’t know exactly where he was born. And to add a husband that didn’t know when he was born might just find me sans job.
I tend to think of Carlton in “places” these days. Carlton on those crazy road trips we took.
Carlton would be 83 tomorrow. But, I don’t think of him as 83. Or even 79 and in failing health. To me he is forever young and in some exotic place.
I, however, am getting older by the minute. And in The Asylum.