Happy Birthday So there are a few shout outs I gotta give. Happy birthday, Mom! And happy early birthday, Micah! and happy birthday, Central Park! I called Mom, sent a gift box for her and Micah, and got the crap scared out of me by Central Park. I’m on the phone with Christine and suddenly, BOOM! It sounded like half the city blew up. There were more, so I went outside and it looked like there was an air raid going on. All I could see were flashed behind a building. They really don’t need to throw that at our collective NYC nerves. All in the name of “art”. Bah.