In 1963, for my sister's 16th birthday, my mom and grandmother took my sister and me to the Space Needle for her birthday lunch. Hoping for a possible candle on a dish of ice cream for my sister; my mom told the host that it was my sister's birthday. At the end of lunch, the waitress brought a cake with lit sparklers on top, the manager of the place rolled a big Hurdy Gurdy over to the table, and the entire waitstaff gathered around to sing Happy Birthday to me sister. I thought my sister was going to die of embarrassment. Fortunately the windows of the Space Needle do not open.