My First Picture Located!
Friday, December 1st, 2006
While hanging out at my Mom’s place during the now-world-famous game night, I took the opportunity to go on a hunting expedition in search of any photos that I might use on this website. My ultimate goal was to locate an elusive photo album from the mid-1980’s. It did not turn up on this day – but eventually did on the one detailed here. Anyway, despite the intense frustration of not finding the photos I was looking for, I DID come across a number of great photos and relics that I had either never seen or completely forgotten about. Read the rest of this entry »
To the best of my knowledge, the first time I ever visited my old house on John Glenn since 1973 was today. Often I have driven by the street and seen the “John Glenn” street sign, but never had I taken the time to actually find the house that I lived in for almost two years – the first ones of my life. 
After the excitement of birth had worn off, I had little else to do but begin growing, squirming, and waiting for the holidays. By the age of six weeks, I had enlarged to 10 lbs. 4 oz. and by the time I had hit three months, I had ballooned to 14 lbs. 12 oz. It must have been the Thanksgiving turkey.
Ah, yes I remember it fondly. And before you mention it, yes, I am old enough to have baby pictures taken in black and white. After a lengthy four-day stay – by today’s standards – in the hospital following my birth, I was taken home. 
I can’t make too many observations about 1970 because no matter how you work the math, I wasn’t in existence yet. But in order for me to be conceived and born, fate had to bring my parents together at least for a few minutes. Actually, it was considerably longer than that.