I am OLD. My birthday this year ends in zero. I was born in Washington D.C. because Dad was working on America’s fledgling space programme. Yes, it was rocket science. I attended John F. Kennedy’s funeral as a seven-month foetus, inside my weeping mother.
You never know how long you’v…
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