A Cuckoo Clock, A Dream, and the Ingredients for Rebirth

Happy Birthday to Me!

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“Hello, old-timer, we meet again. It’s been a while.”

I am at my grandparent’s place. April 1978. It is my ninth birthday.

The first thing I do when we arrive at their house — a 90-minute drive from home — is to immediately go to the antique cuckoo clock. The hand-carved birds and…