Diary of a birthday

Summer birthdays. Mine has usually been quiet, since my birthday on July 17 falls into that part of the summer when many people are on vacation . . . . And so my 61st birthday was. Until the bloodbath of Sweeney Todd at the Muny, that is! We had a good deal of rain on

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How is this possible? Some days I still feel every bit of 25, not that I can remember 25. On this morning 61 years ago, my mother was safely delivered of . . . me! At this hospital: My first photo: And today, with my new little furry companion, Maisie: