October Seventeenth Ninety Sixty One

October seventeenth ninety sixty one ... Born sixty one years ago, the follow poem from your bro transmitted courtesy flagship named Jacques-Yves Cousteau constituting countless ones and zeroes instantaneously traversing cyberspace as packeted, framed dataflow binary digits bit of information to acknowledge when thee transitioned being an embryo (approximately the second to eighth week after fertilization) approximately nine months prior, whose birth marked debut of bouncing daddy's little girl, whose inquisitiveness nourished birthed perception buzzfeeding capital one earthlinked baby fostering, kickstarting, and orchestrating cognitive aptitude, who throughout storied existence, which kudos ye proudly promulgate to and fro hither and yon across social media platforms understandably, opportunistically, and humbly letting family and friends across the webbed wide world know amazing accomplishments, when ye did initially grow from being precocious genetic pedigree into a whip smart self confident globe trotter, whose curriculum vitae dwarfs (by powers of seven) feeble accomplishments of mine, went thee invested with a heigh-ho positive state of mind every endeavor undertaken (in one physically gruelling instance) biking, hiking, riding to your private Idaho (fast as a B-52) versus humdrum life of one common Joe, whose heightened perception aside from singing the praises of admiration toward youngest sister after countless years, he failed to know about her trials and tribulations exercising your potential to the maximum invariably feeling dog tired with a dose of lumbago thrown in for good measure nevertheless adept as bilingual person quite helpful travelling to Spanish speaking countries during your roaring twenties off to Mexico, and just recently taking a jaunt to Portugal donned accruing vibrant sense and sensibility treasuring richly pocketing nouveau memories attracting natural outgrow of ardent followers, whether online or in flesh, who clamor for selfie photo with thee and steadfast husband unlike henpecked wife of mine enjoyable as pesky miss Quito who pesters me to get off computer so she can binge watch Netflix hence adieu as I hop on my cubii off to complete another stationary roadshow.