I wrote a post six years ago that had special significance for Fat Tuesday and a little Jewish boy named Joel.. I reposted it:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
Interesting fact one:
The doctor who delivered me was actually a famous jazz musician named Dr. Edmund Souchan.
Interesting fact two:
I was born on Mardi Gras Day ... March 1st.
Dr. Souchan's daughter was Queen of Rex (the Krewe which parades on Mardi Gras day and to be chosen Queen is one of the highest honors in New Orleans) that morning.
Interesting fact four:
He missed the parade because I was being delivered.
Painful fact one (and this is why I was disadvantaged):
The nuns at the hospital (and the doctor) failed to "tag" me as a Jewish baby who would be circumsized on the seventh day. Who knows ... maybe Souchan was mad at me because he missed the parade.
They circumsized me right after birth.
VERY painful fact three:
My dad had me circumsized AGAIN on the seventh day. The Bris!
Okay, I know what you are thinking. How MUCH did they cut off the second time right?
No one will tell me .... but I've used that for sympathy ever since.
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