I was born this day in Montrose, Scotland. There was an American lady on the ward that wanted her baby to be born on Independence Day. Her child was born a couple of days later. The time of my birth apparently caused some acrimony. This picture is a lovely counterpoint.
This is my birthday. I was born while the rest of my extended family gathered for a backyard crab feast and fireworks. By all accounts I’m told it was a lovely day; I like that this photo captures how fun that Friday on Earth must have been.
Friday, July 4, 1986
I was born this day in Montrose, Scotland. There was an American lady on the ward that wanted her baby to be born on Independence Day. Her child was born a couple of days later. The time of my birth apparently caused some acrimony. This picture is a lovely counterpoint.
This is my birthday. I was born while the rest of my extended family gathered for a backyard crab feast and fireworks. By all accounts I’m told it was a lovely day; I like that this photo captures how fun that Friday on Earth must have been.
I arrived in NYC, first time