I have today been authorized – and am exquisitely honored and thrilled – to announce the arrival of Milo Henry (October 15th, at one fifty-one A.M.), as they so gracefully say in horseracing, by Tim Groseclose, out of (my stepdaughter) Rachel Braude.
Though baby Milo entered our world five weeks ahead of schedule, I am happy to report he is perfectly healthy and maximally equipped. Early on, he was a noticeable reddish color, igniting my hopes of having an Indian in the family, but a return visit the following morning found him characteristically Caucasian.
When asked the age-old question of what I would like the young lad to call me once he attains the faculty of speech, I hearkened back to what my Great Uncle Manny’s grandchildren called him – and I always found delightful – and I selected the nickname
“Pappy’s” official reaction to the experience we have recently undergone? Words fail me. Or at least words worthy of the occasion. For the moment, we will just have to settle for