As some of you may already realize, every year on my birthday, for some unknown, cosmic reason, Mexican people take to the streets for parades and dancing.
They did this on the day I was born, and apparently every year since. It has become something of a tradition.
For the life of me, I cannot figure out the cause for this phenomenon. To my knowledge, I am not Hispanic, and no oracle has ever declared me to be “El Uno.” But as I’ve said before, when life gives you a gift, you don’t ask why; you just embrace it.
So thank you again to the Mexican people for making my birthday so special every year.
Happy Birthday! It’s pretty good when a whole culture celebrates your birthday.