The Likely Adventures of Roger Haberdash, Part 5
A Heartfelt Commemoration Kelly and I walked into the grand ballroom in our formal attire. We had gone shopping with Chelsea the week prior, as she insisted we dressed well for the auspicious occasion. One hundred years of birthdays. It was hard to imagine. Twinkle lights and Christmas trees lined the room, and elegantly dressed people moved in a flow that matched the holiday music, greeting and kissing one another in rhythm. I almost felt out of place. Kelly nudged my elbow.