The Outdoor Birthdays of Brooklyn

Tempting fate, week after week

I remember when birthdays were exciting, back in the stone ages when I was not yet in my 30s, nor even in my 20s. My own, of course, but also my friends’. There was pizza and there was cake. There were large groups of kids crashing around suburban homes. To declare “I’m not inviting you to my birthday party!” was the most serious of threats one could ut…