"Baby"

Dad took Shirl and I to the general store - we gazed through the glass of the display cabinet searching for the perfect gift. Then we saw it - a wee cushion with piping that had "Baby" written across it. If I remember correctly it was $.25

Excited, he drove us to the hospital to see Mom. She stood at the top of a high ( 4 steps?) set of stairs smiling down at us. A vision of beauty in a long gold satin housecoat. I remember thinking she looked so beautiful. Shirl was 9 and I was 5.

And Neil was newborn.

Happy birthday, bro.