49 years ago, at about 10:30 on Saturday, Dec. 21st, 1963, I sprang, more or less fully formed, from the womb of my mother, like Athena springing forth from Zeus. Â Except for the fact that the sexes were reversed, neither my mother nor I were Greek gods and there probably wasn’t a lot of springing going on.
With JFK’s assassination still fresh in the minds of my young, impressionable Catholic parents, I was stuck with the sobriquet John Fitzgerald. Â Oh well, it could have been worse. Â Luckily neither Richard Milhouse Nixon or Lyndon Baines Johnson were assassinated.
Year later, I added my Catholic Confirmation Saint’s name…Damian (imagine how thrilled my parents were), and thus was born John F.D. Taff.
So, if the world hasn’t ended yet, I will have a great birthday. Â And if the world has ended, I will have an even greater birthday.
December 20th, 2012 at 11:46 pm
And happy birthday to you give or take the end of the world! This we will know in a few hours…..!!!!
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December 21st, 2012 at 7:37 am
Happy Birthday. Only you could tell the story of your birth this way. Love it!!!
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December 21st, 2012 at 2:41 pm
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! IT WAS ALL FOR YOU DAMIAN!
December 21st, 2012 at 2:54 pm
Will my nanny now leap from the roof? Or will someone I know be decapitated by a falling pane of glass????