That was the summer of 1963, when everybody called me Baby, and it didn't occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles, when I couldn't wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I'd never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer we went to Kellerman's.
I didn't spend all summer long toasting bagels just to bail out some little chick who probably balled every guy in the place.
A little precision please Baby... Some people count and some people don't.
Read it. I think it's a book you'll enjoy but make sure you return it I have notes in the margin.