Birthdays
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!

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I was also born during a snowstorm... perhaps preparing us to weather the storms ahead and then emerge into the sunshine and warmth with renewed vigor and joy!
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There were probably a few more - unfortunately - that add to the list you cite. No plans to make suggestions. I prefer a glass half-filled to empty.
1969 remains one of those magical years.
And is it not great to start each day with this sentiment (even in these times):
It's a good mornin' and I'm feeling' fine! (and saying so very loudly!!!).
https://youtu.be/Q5ex4HkR24w
https://youtu.be/npXtsdw1Xsk (live, my fave version which for nearly 40 years was only available on a bootleg (which I still have on vinyl!))
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Enjoy many more happy and healthy ones!!
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Hollander Sends
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