How strange to discover, after having written and posted yesterday about Woody Allen’s “Annie Hall”, that yesterday was, in fact, the man’s birthday.
I suppose it’s not such a huge coincidence — after all, he has to have a birthday some time. Out of hundreds of blog posts, it’s a near certainty that I would at some point end up writing about someone on their birthday.
In fact, the odds of that not ever happening over the course of, say, four years of daily posting are only about 1 in 55 (or (364/365)(4×365), if you want to get technical).
So there you have it. Happy belated birthday Allen Konigsberg!