I add my best wishes
...on this International Workers Day.
Incidentally, I don't know how old you were in 1971 (a mere slip of a girl, I wot), but by midnight that had turned into the worst night of my life: a swinging hinge of fate that very nearly flung me toward a much grimmer destiny. A certain amount of sheer luck and some desperate verbal improvisation saved my sorry young ass in the event, but I still experience a salutary shudder each evening on the anniversary of the event. I'm certain your day was better, and I hope that this one was fine.
cordially,
