This is my first time at this .... so be gentle with me.
Yes I'm a virgin at blogging. Blogging .... every time I think of that word I want to take a blood test to make sure that my arteries are in working order.
Oh well ... Let's start from the beginning. "I was born very young" was stolen from a great comedian years ago. I think the rest of the routine includes ... " I was born in a hospital so I could be close to my mother". Actually, I was born in New Orleans in the Hotel Dieu. That was a hospital, by the way. It was one of the things that my parents assured me of when I was old enough to ask the question "where did I come from?"
Funny thing about my parents, though, I never felt too connected to them. Although they were both short (mom was 4'11" and Dad was 5'7") and at the time I was 2'3", there were things that made me think that we had less in common.
And little things made me think that perhaps they were not really into me. There was the time that we had a burglar and they ran out of the house only carrying my baby brother. I probably was too heavy to hold back then. And now that I think about it ... my crib had a metal cover. I don't think that many other cribs had that ... did they?