Birthdays glow. It's silly, really. Of course we had to get here through the passage of a particular day in time, at a particular moment. For me it was 9:20 a.m. in a Lubbock hospital back in 1959, born to a young couple with a daughter and an uncertain future. A half-century and more …
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My throat's a little scratchy. I refuse to give the sensation a name (like "cold"), seeing as any malady seems completely inappropriate on a birthday. But on this May 4, Nashville is under water, people mourning everything from the loss of homes to the hit to tourism, but more importantly, mourning several older residents of …
JEFF BERRYMAN 