British Boxing Day

My father, the youngest of eleven (11) was born today on the kitchen table at 660 Water St., in New York City. It’s said the doctor who attended was too inebriated from Christmas and forgot to file a birth certificate. My father had a baptismal certificate which he (and others) used instead. His oldest sister, Margaret, survives him, she 101. His father was a real estate reporter who gave tips to the coal companies when building’s owners changed hands. His wife my grandmother once worked as a nanny on Bedloe’s Island for the caretaker there where the Statue of Liberty is. Funny I was born nine months before his birthday, on March 26, when could it be? Jesus Christ was conceived? Ever notice how Easter moves around? It’s lunar.