Once a month blog?

Today is the day above every day! January 4th, the day upon, or in, which, I made an entrance into this cruel world. At a place called Burkett Home in Whittier run by an osteopath lady that my mom thought was really wonderful. My brother also saw the light of day there. An osteopath, for some of the younger ones, is an offshoot of a chiropractor, but higher up the scale, having been to a regular medical school. Don't seem to be any these days. So why didn't your folks have more than just you two? At about 18 months I lost my hearing for about two weeks, and my folks, both being deaf, didn't want to bring any more children into a family of deaf parents. I got a bad cold during the summer of 1937 when we'd been to California and were coming back on the bus. By the time we got to Portland I could hear nothing. Took two weeks to find out that a doctor could do a simple surgical procedure and open up the sinuses and get the inflammation pressure off the ear drums. Instantly I could hear again. I feel pretty good that I have gotten to age 83 and can still do fairly well in hearing people. I started off badly. Howard has now begun to wear a hearing aid, he never had the problems I had. The moral of the story? Eat your Wheaties, drink your pomegranate juice and all will be well.