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I always liked the idea that on their 100th birthday, centenarians in England receive birthday greetings from the queen. In the United States, they come from the president. The signatures may be facsimiles, but the idea is touching.
No, I won’t be receiving one any time soon; the birthday I celebrated just last week leaves me with 26 years to go. But I was thinking about this in the context of a similar event I’m celebrating today – the publication of my 100th “I’ve Been Thinking” column.
Okay, so it may have been more than once or twice.
And while I’m aware that there’s a redundancy or two (or three) in those adjectives, since truth is the seal of God, and my refrain as a litigator was “the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,” I gotta call ’em as I see ’em. So, Joanne, put your blue pencil down and leave in every single one of those adjectives. [EDITOR’S NOTE WASN’T THINKING OF TOUCHING THEM.]
All three grandchildren, though, were born before I began writing this column/blog, and thus their births never received their proper due. That’s not the case, though, for my newest grandson Aiden Murry (Meir Eliezer) Glenn born to Gabrielle Kaplan Glenn and Allen Glenn on November 26, 2020 (10 Kislev 5781) at 12:06 a.m., weighing in at 6 lbs, 1.5 ozs. A Thanksgiving gift like no other; a grandchild whose bassinet overlooks the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens and for whom, therefore, no passport will be needed for grandparent-grandchild visit