A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...wait, nope. Wrong saga.
42 years ago, in a hospital 11 blocks down the hill...
The night before I was born (May 29th), my parents had a very nice dinner here at home. They finished with cherry pie (with vanilla ice cream and sugar on the crust, as if anything else would suffice) while sitting on the balcony enjoying the gorgeous avenues view. Both tired of waiting for their first baby to be born, my dad then took my mom on a wild jeep ride. She went into labor early the next morning and I was born at 1:15pm on May 30th. In retrospect it makes a lot of sense...Cherry pie, ice cream, jeep rides...three of my very favorite things...too much fun waiting for me here, time to get here...I slept in and then made my appearance in the afternoon setting the stage for the things to come.
So, Happy Birth-day mom, Happy Laura-day dad, and happy birthday to me.
One way or another, the saga continues...
