August 18, 1969 is the day on which I was set to make my entrance into the world. Save to say I didn’t (big hint: Hawaii and I share a birthday and it’s turning an age that ends in zero this year too).
August 18th…that’s the reason my Mom didn’t go to the titular Woodstock because even then my mother could anticipate a traffic jam.
It wouldn’t have been a bad day to have been born:
1920: Women’s suffrage amendment is ratified. (Yeah! We have the vote!)
1931: Lou Gehrig plays in his 1,000th game.
1960: The Beatles give their first public performance.
1958: Lolita, a book that will have a profound impact on popular culture in my country, by Vladimir Nabokov is published.
1963: James Meredith, the first black person to attend the University of Mississippi, graduates with a degree in political science.
Today is not my birthday. Maybe it should have been.
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