Mr. McSweeney, it's a boy!

My Uncle Jim shared this story today (he is ten years older than my pop).

"I still remember when the Super called up the dumbwaiter shaft at 2707 Briggs Avenue to tell Dad that "Mr. McSweeney, it's a boy!" Of course, the whole building found out at the same time. It was about lunchtime when Dad got the message. I think the Super had the only telephone in the building."

Happy Birthday Pop!