60. I start and end this blog post with selected lines from poems. Dylan Thomas began his Poem in October with: It was my thirtieth year to heaven. Today marks my sixtieth year to heaven (I hope), and, instead of Dylan Thomas describing the beauty of Wales in October on his birthday, I am witnessing six months and thirty birthdays later the beauty of Iowa in April. April brings the brightest green grass of the year, the snow-white blossoms of the pear tree in my back yard, and the soon-to-be-red blossoms of my crabapple tree in the front yard. Colors seem to explode from every flower and bush.
Birthdays also mark time in relationship to other events, including the anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing. Albert Einstein died 60 years ago yesterday. Sixty years ago this month, Churchill left office as the prime minister of Great Britain. The American Revolution started 240 years ago on this date. For me, dates give a sense of one’s location in both the positive and negative swings of history. Correspondingly, numbers can give us perspective and relative significance of the people, events, and details of our lives. Today, I review some numbers that I have heard over the past several months, numbers that cause me to reflect on health reform, both positively and negatively.