"Freakonomics"

It is a freakin' great book. Just finished.

Now there's a morbid thought

I pass a "Don't Drink and Drive" state sign on the highway at work. The other day it was decorated with balloons and signs, "Happy 21st Birthday, Tim!" Only then did I notice the official sign was dedicated to a Timothy (whatever, I am driving past), born in July, 1984, killed when he was four. Looks like the parents are keeping his memory alive.

I got this creepy feeling though. Of all the birthdays, wouldn't you want to skip the 21st, given all the connotations that carries?

"Happy 21st Tim! Now you can legally get just as blasted as the guy that creamed you!"

(shudder)