<koertge's "thirteenth birthday party"> 2003-05-01.12:19 a.m. Thirteenth Birthday Party Ronald Koertge "What a special night!" they cried. "A rite of passage," said my aunt, the voluminous reader. The men winked at me. The women pulled their skin tight. "Oh, to be that again," they said into the cracked mirror of the coffee table which, in two more payments, would belong to my parents. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad