1967, and kind of proud of it too. My mother actually gave up smoking and alcohol to bear me. And she went right back to it afterwards, but that's another story.

I have been off a lot lately so I decided this is the time to go and visit Dad. He lives in the north Georgia mountains and he is as crazy as he ever was. We went into a local grocery store together and I commented that this place does not have those free handwipes the better grocery stores have these days. He said, "Son, I survived 60 years without any of those things, so I think we'll be fine." I was dead wrong again... I find myself to be dead wrong a lot when I am with him.