To my daughter who turns 21 today
We drove from Granite Springs to Stamford in the middle of the night. You were born in the midst of drama and fanfare. I held you in the hospital room, fell in love with you and have loved you ever since. I had to go home to walk McDougal. I drove back in the middle of a summer rain shower. The Pulsar broke down on Long Ridge Road. I walked up to a house with all the shades drawn. A mossy little woman came to the door. She refused to let me use her phone. I went next door. A cab picked me up and brought me to the hospital. I didn’t have enough money to afford the cab, or a rental, but I didn’t care. My little girl was in the world. And you’ve been in it ever since, making me happy and proud and engaged. I love you.