Dear Loved Ones & other Krazies,
On March 7th, 1949 my mother kicked me out of the
house I was living in. Well, maybe it did not exactly
happen just that way. But she was greatly relieved
that, although I did not fit out the door that she had
for me, the doctor's scalpel made a new exit door.
Thus I was born, and the world has been enhanced, or
so I try to make it so.
I love the fact that I have survived all of deaths
near misses and I am still here to enjoy playing with
all of you.
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