What Else Would you Want to Do on Your Birthday?

At the ball court this morning, Plotnik told one of his friends it was his birthday. "Great," the friend said. "What are you going to do for your birthday?"

"I'm already doin' it," Plottie answered. And that's the truth. A sunny day, a ball game, phone calls from back home, out to dinner with the Duck tonight, maybe even a World Series game to watch. Plot is not a hard man to please.

How's this for a birthday present? When The Chief died, Plotnik could bring himself to take only one of Chiefie's things: his old leather jacket. The Chief wore that leather jacket everywhere, and it kind of fit Plottie. Except...it had gotten really ratty. The lining was ripped, the pockets were trashed, the zipper didn't work.

But when Plot woke up this morning, Duck brought him his present, which was The Chief's leather jacket, repaired, tailored and looking sharp. How cool! Now, we only need some cold weather.

Later, 5H and PD called to sing a paricularly, uh, euphonious Plottie Happy Birthday on the phone. Then Isabella woke up from her nap. The Great FiveHead kept trying to get her to say "Happy Birthday, Papa."

"Do you want to wish Papa Happy Birthday?"

"Why?"

"Why" is plenty good enough. And it's just two weeks until the Plotniks are Brooklyn and Providence bound. Good deal.