STAR Ladies Cel­e­brate

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Now, any­one who knows me well will tell you that among the few things I don’t do, birthdays top the list.

Why? Not that it’s any of your damn business birth­day lover, but the way I’ve al­ways fig­ured it, birthdays are for par­ents to cel­e­brate—or to rue.

Of course, I am re­fer­ring to my own birth­day. Noth­ing wrong in cel­e­brat­ing a cher­ished one’s com­ing into this world just to love you. After all, love is sup­posed to be as­so­ci­ated with the hap­pi­ness of oth­ers. As James Tay­lor so sweetly put it to mu­sic: “Shower the peo­ple you love with love, show them the way that you feel . . .”

Which is as close as I can get to ex­plain­ing this lit­tle trib­ute in honor of two of my three fa­vorite ladies, all STAR folk: Lera and Mar­cie. The third? Well, let’s keep the best for last, shall we? (Ac­tu­ally, the truth is I have not yet worked out why I’ve never thought to honor her birth­day . . . but I’m sure it’ll come to me by the time I get to the end of this.)

Mar­cie’s birth­day was first. She’s our company’s gen­eral man­ager, and ever de­ter­mined to set high stan­dards for all STAR per­son­nel. Mar­cie wouldn’t dream of cel­e­brat­ing her birth­day party dur­ing work­ing hours.

Almost ev­ery­one had gone home the other Fri­day by the time the sur­prise was sprung. Don’t ask by whom. I re­ally don’t know. Prob­a­bly Mae, who would know bet­ter than to drag me away from my lap­top on a Fri­day evening. By all ac­counts Mar­cie (still 24 after all th­ese years), en­joyed her cake and what­ever else was served (you may rest as­sured there were the usual groans about the VATas­so­ci­ated killing econ­omy in be­tween the lev­ity!).

Lera is some­thing of a loner, quiet (save when she’s go­ing crazy about some­one who couldn’t help mak­ing her crazy—sounds a bit nutsy, true, but I know Lera knows ex­actly whence I come!) and full of love, if you rub her right. And I do.

But se­ri­ously, I knew some­thing was on when I took one look via Skype at Lera’s hair and what she was wear­ing (Skype does not or­di­nar­ily al­low full length!) be­low her chin. I asked about the oc­ca­sion, which was how I learned Bradley, the other man in her life, had just turned 24 with­out ever hav­ing brought a tear of sor­row to his mother’s eyes. More than good enough rea­son for any mother to cel­e­brate.

For me, the best part was the dis­cov­ery that I am not alone with the no­tion that birth­day cel­e­bra­tions are for sat­is­fied and happy mom­mas.

Which fi­nally takes us to Michelle, whose birth­day I’ve never ac­knowl­edged although I love her to death and she knows it. Been with us for as long as the STAR has lived.

Michelle had a ter­ri­ble shock this week when she dis­cov­ered her re­cently dearly de­parted fa­ther’s tomb had been treated by gov­ern­ment of­fi­cials and one of their van­dalous road-re­con­struc­tion crews as if it were just another sea­side crab hole. Shame, shame, shame on all in­volved. And Michelle let them know it. I guess the best I can do now is prom­ise her some spe­cial at­ten­tion come her next birth­day!

Cheers, STAR ladies!


Birth­day girl Mar­cia digs into her cake while

col­leagues look on ex­pec­tantly.

It didn’t mat­ter to Lera that it wasn’t her birth­day.

Her son’s 24th was good enough to cel­e­brate!

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