65 years ago a baby boy was born in Atascadero, California. Thank goodness!
Without him I would garden alone.
Without him I would bowl against the Wii.
Without him I would do the grocery shopping.
Without him I would cook.
Without him I would take the trash to the curb.
Without him I would watch movies alone.
Without him I would have no one to talk to when I go to bed.
April 7, 1945 was my lucky day.
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