Besides the great setting, the first thing I noticed when we arrived at the site was a poster: Pete Townshend, circa 1971, wielding/pole axing his guitar in the direction of his microphone with the scribed words “Bloody Hell, I’m Missing Pete’s 50th!”. Wow. I loved it. Creative and insightful. Madeline and Jeff, the closest of friends to Nancy and I (Madeline being there when we met) had put their stamp on the evening in many other ways as well, including preparation of the invitation, shown to me later, with a caption at the top which read: “We tried not to age, but time had its rage”, from Townshend’s The Sea Refuses No River. Madeline, how did you think of that? All in all, very, very, nice guys: Thank you.
The cake: Joe would get me to smash my face later in the night into one of the few slices remaining, a repeat of my bachelor party “Keith Moon” moment. Not as funny or spontaneous this time around, but …. needed. Before doing so, however, I secured the slice that had my baby face on it and worked my way around the face: I could not bring myself to eat my former head. And so, I left it on a table, wobbling like a bobble head doll. Anyhow, seeing Mom and Dad walk in with the cake was the moment when I felt the party began, as is always the case when my parents arrive. Later, Dad’s speech was the “icing”, a touching reminder of the strength of our family and the patriarch and matriarch at the center of it all (by the way, the only way I was going to get up on the stage that night was to thank Nancy and then apologize to Mom for turning 50, but I decided to save both for here).
Silver: This is symbolic of a subtle strength. The message here is that we ourselves can be flexible enough to be molded into something better – but strong enough to keep our core integrity intact.