Et la Maîtresse fût
October 10th, 1978. Game One of the World Series. Yankees versus Dodgers, away game.
October 10th, 1978. Yom Kippur begins at sundown.
October 10th, 1978. My mom goes into labour. There is not a single doctor to be found at North Shore Hospital, on Long Island, NY. The Jews are home fasting. The Gentiles are in front of the TV. Hell, I think my dad was too. He didn't make it in time for my debut sur scène.
October 11th, 1978, 5:34 am. In the immortal words of Tristram Shandy, I am born. And so is a Mommy.
Happy Birthday to both of us.
photo by Musings Orchards