Hi Mom & Dad,
I remember going to a doctor’s office in 1955. I was just 16. The office was on 6th St., just east of Park.
Four doctors and you two and me (for a while) crammed in that little room. One of the doctors said it might be better if I wait outside in the hallway. It was the first time I had listened in on the conversation.
The doctors said because of all the operations and hospital stays, they didn’t think that he (I) could live past 23. You and Dad were very upset. I don’t think it bothered me. After all, that was seven years away.
The reason I’m writing this letter is because I turned 73 yesterday. We fooled them, Huh Mom?
Happy Birthday Dad!