Hershey Bars

The Hershey's milk chocolate bar.

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I was born on the wrong side of the country.  After a bad day I would like to drown my sorrows in a Hershey bar.  Not the kind of bar that you peel off the wrapper, but a bar in which someone indulges himself in drink to avoid his addiction to chocolate.

Even the atmosphere smells like warm chocolate. For the life of me I don’t know how anyone gets anything done there. Slobbering busloads of tourists fill the streets. I may  addicted, but chocolate is their god…..don’t get me wrong I like a chocolate latte as much as the next fellow but I’ve got to go to work and get something done.

Always Marc Marrs

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Leap year leap

 I was born at night on February 29th, the day that doesn’t exist 3 years out of 4.  It’s like I don’t have a real birthday. When it does roll around I get nervous. I expect something bad to happen and I am relieved when it’s over and I’m safe till next time.

When checking my I.D. people like to comment on it, they are full of questions. Most want to know what day I celebrate.  I tell them; February 29th. Some don’t like this answer but it is how I feel.  Sure, I can eat cake, get presents and blow out the candles but that doesn’t make it my birthday.

I’ve always liked my non-birthdays. No expectations, no obligations.  I feel younger because of it.  Friends have pointed it out that they are aging faster than I am.   I guess I’ll have to get used to that.

I’d like to hear from anyone who has a leap year birthday.  How does it feel? What is it like?   Let me know.  We can wish each other a happy birthday.

Always,

Marc Marrs