"My mother, now 89, swears it was at least 200 degrees F on July 26, 1941, the day I was born," writes John Cochran of Parkville. And on 66 birthdays since, she's made sure he knew it. He wants the truth, so he can "put this to bed this year." Be nice to your mother, sonny boy. It was 97 in downtown Baltimore the day you arrived. Two days later, it was 103, still the record for the date. Moms never forget this stuff.