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  1. The above photo was snapped on my birthdate. I notice that the subjects all have a thumbs down. It might have been the same reaction my dad had had earlier that day when my swollen mother stepped down from the loft of their little house to escape the heat and stretch her legs. While my father was stabilizing the ladder, to aid my mother in her descent, her water broke, drenching his head and shoulders, and announcing my prescient arrival. A rather unforgettable first impression, I should think. Per my mother’s birth plan, I was born later that afternoon at home (without pain medication) in rural Eastern Oregon (an hour’s drive to the nearest hospital). I have been making waves in the family ever since.


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