If Bernice Alexander isn’t born in Amsterdam on today’s date back in 1911, she never meets the good-looking carpet salesman who would become her husband. That means their son never gets born in 1942 or named after his father. That means Junior never takes a guitar lesson or forms one of the coolest Amsterdam bands of all times. He never goes to Syracuse University or graduates Cum Laude from Albany Law or gets hired by Amsterdam’s Mullarkey, Horrigan & Harrigan Law Firm…

You can read the rest of this story in my new book “A Year’s Worth of Amsterdam Birthdays.” To order your copy, click here.