In the month of April, so many years ago I can’t remember, I was born in Wichita Falls Texas.
Here is how it all went down:
Dad was stationed in Texas at Sheppard AFB. Mom was stuck in Southern California with my anticipated birth to be sometime SOON. Now my Mom didn’t want to be alone when I came, so she hopped the bus at eight and one half months into my grand arrival, and we traveled 1,248 miles to be where Dad was!
That was in 1953 before air conditioning. So you know that was a LONG and stressful ride in her condition.
What was she thinking?
Well, I was born almost as soon as we arrived. Now Dad was living in base housing, and suddenly he has to come up with someplace for all of us off base! Then, two weeks after I showed up Dad got shipped out to March AFB Which is right back in good ol’ Southern California!
Do you sense some irony here?
This month I turn 60, and for the first time in my life, I don’t believe I am really into the swing of the whole birthday thing.
But hey, check back with me in say another 20 to 30 years, and then maybe I will be so happy to still be here I will want a party, complete with a
bonfire er, birthday cake and a party with all my friends around to cheer me on!
BTW, Bob asked me what I wanted for my birthday this year, and all I could come up with was the deed to the Mountain Farmlet.
It really is all I could ask for!