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A day that happens every four years. Odd, definitely odd. I suppose with a dumb trip around the sun being some 365.24 or so odd days, something goofy was bound to happen. Those crazy Romans created this screwy calender we use and then for some odd reason someone moved the beginning of the year back to the first of January, when March 1st signaled the start of spring and the planting season. Wierd huh?

What about all those poor bastards that are born that day. When the rest of their friends are age 8, are they only 2? I guess they actually get their birthday on the 28th or 1st depending on how they really want it to all play out. I’m up for celebrating this uniquely unique day, but I reckon it’ll fall on deaf ears. Maybe I’ll give the ol’ black book a try and see how this day plays out.