I Feel Like the Speed Limit

How does one feel like the national average speed limit, 55 MPH? Basically because I couldn't find a standard quantity for 1,735,668,000, the number of seconds that mid-afternoon today will roughly approximate the time I have spent crawling, walking, running, playing, working, relaxing on this Earth. Yep, I reached another annual milestone of existence today. I share this day with many others born on this day like rock star Nils Lofgren (same date, same year, same hospital!), Jean-Paul Sartre, Prince William of Wales, Jane Russell, Bernie Kopell, Ron Ely, and Berke Breathed (Opus comic strip). It is also the day that Cyrus McCormick patented his reaping machine, a boon to agriculture, the day that three Civil Rights workers disappeared in Philadelphia, Mississippi, a sad day for those fighting for equality, and the day that one of the murderers of those three people was finally brought to justice and found guilty for that horrific crime. SpaceShipOne made the first commercial flight into space and, yes, it is the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year. So, as the tones go off on my fire pager (yet another automatic alarm at the new Cheeseburger in Paradise in Exton), I am going to enjoy my day, remembering the past nearly 29 million minutes and looking forward to the next.