Fifty years ago today, as the country pulled an all-nighter, waiting to see who would be the next President (Kennedy or Nixon), a young couple pulled an all nighter also, waiting to meet their new daughter (Alicia).
Alicia, my wife, was born, in California, as the votes were being counted.
It was an unbelievably close election — in the country, and in California.
Legend has it that while Cristalle labored in the delivery room, the doctor spent much of his time in the waiting room, with Richard, Alicia’s father, watching returns come in.
What a historic day. Some of us are extremely fortunate, and grateful for it.
Happy birthday, Alicia.
