I was born in the driving wind and snow of a blizzard, and was 12 minutes from being delivered in the back of a Chevy Suburban. Each year the story comes out retelling the significant events surrounding my birth.
A friend of mine was born in her front yard.
We all know someone born while their dad was out of town on business/ sloshed in a bar/ touring with Journey.
Poor Sam Alexis Woods will have to be careful if she's ever inquisitive about the details of her birth. Her poor dad spent the preceding day, Fathers Day at that, losing to a tubby Argentinian who was chain-smoking Marlboro Reds.
It could be worse, they could have named her Eldrick.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
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