The way back machine today takes us way back to 1967 as on this day 47 years ago at Mt. Carmel Hospital in the D, a big headed baby squeezed his large melon out of his mom's womb and said hello to the world; then started crying like nobody has ever cried before. Yes, I cried with the best of them. One of my first memories of said crying was when I walked in front of my brother practicing his batting swing in the back yard. Little Timmy's eye made direct contact with one of the swings, blood gushed similar to a Monty Python skit and 47 years later, the stitch scar still remains (noted below).
What a year it was to be born as out west people were getting frisky with whomever was near them in the summer of love while my birth town was rioting. My favorite riot story (yes, the riots sucked) involves my dad. And no, he wasn't looting on Clairmount Street. He was doing some painting at our home in Farmington. What does every man need when doing a home project? A cold beer to enjoy. Well, with the riots, all of the metropolitan Detroit liquor stores were not selling. In the car my dad went and an hour later, he arrived in Toledo, got his beer, drove back home and completed his project. Nice perseverance there.
Happy 47th birthday also to Pedro Borbon (looked it up).
Trail Head
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| birth home |
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| baseball bat scar from youth still visible today |
