he gleefully showed us hat, which was red and white striped with white stars on blue. he proudly tipped the bill downward and then pointed to red flashing lights, battery operated fireworks going off on his head. later, he would take it off and gaze at it, lovingly.
“it’s my birthday weekend,” he announced.
“happy birthday,” i said.
“you don’t look it.”
he smiled. “i know.”