A Dixie Carpetbagger

… in a hospital close, real close by.

I was born two dozen years ago today at 12:03 in the morning.  I owe not being an April Fool’s baby to my papa… turns out he “took a wrong turn” on the way to the hospital, and delayed the C-section by 10 minutes or so.  Seeing as this man never took a wrong turn in all the years I knew him– including the 10 years as a bus repairman and 5 years as a deliveryman– I happen to think it was intentional.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m gonna go celebrate with some gunsmoke.