Twenty-eight years ago, there were worries aplenty. The staff at the hospital was engrossed in watching “Roots” in the labor room while I was trying to deliver Jonathan. I wanted to yell at them, “Hey, I’m the main event here!” Finally, only 40 hours later, I had the best (and it seemed the biggest) boy baby ever. And although I’ve worried about him his whole life, he has survived my overly avid attention and become the wonderful guy he is today. So, no worries about him today, just a loving “Happy Birthday!”

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