Coincidence stinks
Don't like my birth day
Whenever I celebrate my birthday, most of America
goes into spasms of grief. Perhaps I should explain. See, I was born on November
22, 1964. Yep, exactly one year to the day after President John F. Kennedy was
killed in Dallas.
To make matters worse, I moved to Dallas with my family just in time for the third anniversary of the killing. Oh, yeah, life just kept getting better.
Over the years, I've had to develop a rather tough skin regarding the whole JFK thing. It's not so bad now, what with the major anniversaries already being passed. The 40th was a lot of fun for me, with most newspapers running scads of stories about those who are still alive and were involved. Just a little salt to rub into the whole age wound.
Guess it's a good thing I've got a combination of blockheaded stubbornness and massive ego. Makes coasting through the rough spots a little easier.
To make matters worse, I moved to Dallas with my family just in time for the third anniversary of the killing. Oh, yeah, life just kept getting better.
Over the years, I've had to develop a rather tough skin regarding the whole JFK thing. It's not so bad now, what with the major anniversaries already being passed. The 40th was a lot of fun for me, with most newspapers running scads of stories about those who are still alive and were involved. Just a little salt to rub into the whole age wound.
Guess it's a good thing I've got a combination of blockheaded stubbornness and massive ego. Makes coasting through the rough spots a little easier.
Posted: Sun - November 23, 2003 at 04:33 PM |
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