My favorite birthday present as a child came to me two days after my twelfth birthday. My mom had been in the hospital on my birthday, ironic she said, having her gull bladder. The way that she said, “ironic” made me feel vaguely like the whole thing was my fault. At my party two days later, we ate chocolate cake and I opened several unmemorable gifts. Then, a huge box from my Pops. My mom’s Dad was the best grandfather imaginable. His gift of an Everlast Heavy Bag Stand included the bag and the trainer, himself. He had boxed semi-pro and we had some great times despite my lack of inherited skill. 

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