If you march back nine months from my birthday, you arrive
at Valentine’s Day—to the day. Which suggests that if my father, never the most
visibly romantic of men, was romantic at all, he was conventionally romantic.
And given that my brother Jon, elder by exactly one year, has the same
birthday, we can surmise that my father was not only conventionally romantic,
but predictably, even punctually romantic. My generation is better no doubt at
expressing love, but mostly because we cannot easily be worse. Hurrah! then for
the passing of time and the slow progress of generations. From zygote to old
man is plenty of time to learn to love and to express it, but you do have to
pay attention and work at it.There is work involved. Including baking.
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