They’ve Only Just Begun
Plugging away at job searching has eaten into my new writing time. So here’s a oldie but goodie until next Friday! Cheers, MM
“I was perfectly content before I was born,” film critic Roger Ebert wrote, “and I think of death as the same state.”
Therefore, this is a tale told by a zygote.
Perhaps a discontented zygote, even, since the precise circumstances surrounding its creation will probably remain a mystery.
That is, I’d ask my parents but they’ve already passed away.
After Dad returned from Korea in 1955, he dated Mom and they married on Dec. 21, 1957. I was born in late Nov. 1959, so I could’ve been conceived in their first home on Indianapolis’ East 64th Street (pictured above).
Or heck, maybe it was in the backseat of Dad’s car. Hard to say.
Anyway, those 4 or 5 years prior to my birth piqued my curiosity after I’d discovered the following photos from the time.
The questions these pictures raise speak to something I’ve had on my mind…
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Completely in the Dark 