Valeria Jacqueline Caplan, my first daughter, my fourth child, was born one day early yesterday.  Baby and mother are both doing very well.


As usual, I welcome my child’s birth with a reading from the book of Julian Simon:

spring day about 1969 I visited the U.S. AID office on the outskirts of
Washington, D.C., to discuss a project intended to lower fertility in
less-developed countries. I arrived early for my appointment, so I
strolled outside in the warm sunshine.  Below the building’s plaza I
noticed a road sign that said “Iwo Jima Memorial.”  There
came to me
the memory of reading a eulogy delivered by a Jewish chaplain over the
dead on the battlefield at Iwo Jima, saying something like, “How many
who would have been a Mozart or a Michelangelo or an Einstein have we
buried here?” And then I thought, Have I gone crazy? What business do I
have trying to help arrange it that fewer human beings will be born,
each one of whom might be a Mozart or a Michelangelo or an Einstein – or
simply a joy to his or her family and community, and a person who will
enjoy life.

Thanks for all your support for my fourth statement.  Posting will be interrupted for a few days.  Starting next week, I’ll be blogging from the night shift, baby willing.