It all started on March 26th, 1976 in a hospital in Olney, IL (you might know this place as the home of the white squirrels…. Olney, not the hospital). From what I have been told, it was cold and rainy though I don’t remember much about the night. The families of George Edward Strange and Mary Louise Strange awaited the arrival of a child. All was as it was supposed to be.
Ed Strange had made a bet with some co-workers that I would be born on the 26th. The object of the bet: a case of beer (possibly Old Milwaukee, my dad’s brand of choice). What my father’s co-workers were unaware of was information that my father had received from the doctor ahead of time. If I was not born naturally on the 26th they would induce labor making this bet as close to a sure thing as there was.
Yet, here they were. Midnight was closing in. Seconds ticked by and turned into minutes. Midnight passed on to the 27th and there was still no bouncing baby boy. As a matter of fact, thirty or more minutes passed before I made my appearance (I have always had a tendency to be a little slow moving).
My father pulled the doctor aside to explain his dilemma. The doctor understood the great need. The time of date on my birth certificate: 11:59 PM, Friday, March 26th, 1976. Mission accomplished.
Why do I post this content for the second time in less than a year you might ask?
Well, there are two reasons.
Reason #1: It’s my blog and I like this story a lot.
Reason #2 (and the slightly less passive-aggressive reason): Many people wished me a happy Belated Birthday yesterday on facebook and I just wanted to let them all know, they got it right. Everyone else was just a little bit early.
Life is Strange. Live it Well.