A Day That Will Live in Infamy (for Me)
December 13, 1948, was also a day that will live in infamy. Well, at least for me it will. For on that sacred, special date in the blowing cold winter blizzard of Detroit, Michigan, early in the morning just about dark thirty, right on time to head into the post-rut deerwoods before dawn, young whippersnapper Nuge came charging out like a predator unleashed.
Well, in so many words that is how my beloved mother would often explain my birth to me, always rolling her eyes and grinning how only a loving mother can grin at such a memory.
That’s a lot of deerseasons my friends! And glory, glory hallelujah, I…