Happy Birthday to Me!

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.  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.   Oh well, it could have been worse.  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.  And if the world has ended, I will have an even greater birthday.


About John F.D. Taff

John F.D. Taff is a writer, published author, raconteur and wrangler of angry stoats. He has more than 80 short stories and 7 novels published. He lives in the great, unspoiled vastness of the Midwest. He has a tremendous wife named Debbie, three pugs, Sadie, Tovah and Muriel, and three great kids--Harry, Sam and Molly. View all posts by John F.D. Taff

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