BARBS

My father, at leisure:

It’s taken me a few weeks to post this — and as you’ll see, it’s got all kinds of technical “challenges,” including audio sync problems, for which I apologize in advance — but here it is anyway. My mother and I met outside the Klingenstein Pavilion of Mt. Sinai Hospital in Manhattan at precisely 3:25 p.m. on May 18th, because that was where she and I began our lives together 50 years ago (yes, you heard me right; 50 years ago). I was the first of three children; my mother was 24 when I was born. It’s upcut a bit, but what you’ll hear at the top is my question, “What was happening 50 years ago today?” I’ll let her tell the rest.