The day before my 13th Birthday John Kennedy was shot, the day after Oswald was shot. On my 29th Birthday I saw "Quadrophenia" was deeply depressed for a week. This was while I was dating Lyne, through our relation back a few steps. Close to my 50th birthday I learned my father had lung cancer. he died about two months latter. Around my 59th birthday my mother had the fall that put her in intensive care, she died May of last year.
Not an inspiring record is it? I think you can see why I've come to really hate my birthday and the month of November in general.