Recently, I was invited to a birthday party. Now, in my current life, this always translates into jumping up and down in a scorching hot inflatable “bouncy castle” with ten sweaty toddlers amped up on frosting.
So, with this thought in mind, I didn’t really pay much attention to yet another birthday invite sitting in my mailbox. After a couple of days, I casually picked it up and started to read, “You are cordially invited…blah, blah, blah…birthday party,…blah, blah, blah…party honoring Jack Brabham…blah, blah…” Wait a minute! (rub eyes once or twice) Did that say Jack Brabham?!
