14 Sep 2023 10:35 am
I’ve met people that tell convincing stories about being in the womb and being born but I can’t remember a lot of vivid memories, until I was eight months old in December 1958.
My father’s beautiful cousin Wanda and her banker husband Chet were wealthy, and she was childless, so Wanda bought me for my first Christmas a battery powered Edsel police car. It had a flashing light, made a siren sound, and it would go across the living room floor (no carpet then) and hit a wall and reverse.
https://youtu.be/ZHwFN8gOfGA
I often make small mistakes about memories but I don’t have to fabricate stories.
I can remember saying
I like Ike
Damn was I raised up Republican