I am born and the president dies  − 22 November, 1963

My mother told me that she went into labor early that morning. It was a quick labor as I was her fifth child. The doctors and other staff heard the news about President Kennedy being shot as my mother's labor cranked up another notch. A television was wheeled into the hall with the sound turned up. In the midst of the national drama, she pushed and I must've remembered my lines because arouind 430pm, some three hours after Kennedy had died, they laid me clean and without mucus on her belly. In her words to me, a life had been taken and a life had been given. A rather ordinary day.