On this day ...

Today is my birthday, I guess. I share this day with such company as Harriet Beecher Stowe, born in 1811 and Donald Trump, born in 1946.

This is what 23 looks like:

On this day in history:

1777 - The Continental Congress in Philadelphia adopted the "Stars and Stripes" as the national flag of the United States. The Flag Resolution stated "Resolved: that the flag of the United States be made of thirteen stripes, alternate red and white; that the union be thirteen stars, white in a blue field, representing a new Constellation." 

1900 - Hawaii became a U.S. territory.

1907 - Women in Norway won the right to vote. 

1953 - Elvis Presley graduated from L.C. Humes High School in Memphis, TN.

1965 - Paul McCartney recorded "Yesterday." 

1987 - The Los Angeles Lakers won the NBA title by defeating the defending Boston Celtics.


Top Songs for 1987

I Wanna Dance with Somebody by Whitney Houston	Livin' On a Prayer by Bon Jovi
La Bamba by Los Lobos	I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For by U2
Alone by Heart	Faith by George Michael
Didn't We Almost Have It All by Whitney Houston	With or Without You by U2
Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now by Starship	I Knew You Were Waiting by Aretha Franklin & George Michael

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22 was a weird year for me. Started out fine enough, then was kind of rough the second, oh, two-thirds. But, I have a good feeling about 23. Gray clouds can only stay so long, right? 


22 wasn't all bad, either. I really, in some odd round-about way, came into my own. I'm more comfortable in my skin and in who I am than I have ever been. I feel more confident and independent, even if I don't always know what I'm doing. I'm in a good place and I look forward to moving forward, even if it's only one step at a time.

It was on that road and at that hour that I first became aware of my own self, experienced an inexpressible state of grace, and felt one with the first breath of air that stirred, the first bird, and the sun so newly born that it still looked not quite round. --Colette 

This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. 

But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.  

--Winston Churchill