This Once Was a Good Friday

For the spilling throngs visiting these pages and frothing at the mouth for Ubaldi biographical information, add clearly depicted photographical age to the birthdate for current age. This is Rockville, Maryland - far from where I currently reside but quite close to where my sister has settled with her husband (she is, of course, to the right and conducting a little pre-emption of her own, thankyouverymuch). I must have had a good reason to regard the point where wall meets ceiling. Memory hadn't kicked in fails me.

Thanks to Mom, Dad, the Stork, and God. Though not necessarily in that order.

UPDATE: According to my mother, I was looking at my grandparents who had come to visit from New York City; I was also struggling with "a very bad cold," which may help to explain my otherwise inexplicable aversion to cake on birthdays (well, inexplicable but for the fact that gathered family devours spaghetti and meat sauce every year for dinner on The Day).

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