Never go to Harrisburg two days before your wife is due to give birth. I had walked onto the set of the Harrisburg TV show where I would be talking about dangerous toys (like AquaDots, beads coated with a sticky substance that, when licked, turns into the date-rape drug rohypnol), when I got the Call. It was snowing outside and the only sure way to get back to Philadelphia in time was to take a taxi all the way. My driver fish-tailed before we'd left the TV station parking lot, so I decided to take the train and risk arriving late but safe.
Almost being late: my feeble contribution to Alistair's arrival, which happened forty minutes after we got to the hospital.
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