Fitter, happier, more-productive years

Nineteen eighty-eight, put another candle on the cake. Grew no higher, maybe wider, flung feet further from the farm. Landed in some far-off suburb outgrowth of one of earth’s largest cities, ancient land and foreign tongue.

Come new friends to celebrate old years, order pints of brew. Dish out birthday cake to every patron in a Japanese style bar. Take the party early morning to the corner store by the river and order more.

Break out a bottle of scotch and cheers to another year of good grave taunting love.