Monday was another birthday. 

I was born 2,461,622,400 seconds ago in a raging, flash, New York City snow storm at Women’s Hospital.

I came in an innocent at the weight of 9 pounds 8 ounces. 

Little did I know!

My life’s dark corner stones: Pearl Harbor, “JFK Shot!”, 9/11 and now this presently incurable Pandemic!

What next?  

It can only get better!