It's My Birthday!!!!
Well, it was sixty three years ago today, my father took his shotgun and went out into the woods and bagged himself a squirrel. He placed it in a flour sack and carried it home to make squirrel stew. Upon his arrival, his mother told him the news --he had a brand new baby girl and asked him what her name would be. He looked at the squirrel and the name on the sack and said
That's the story of how I got my name and maybe - just maybe -- that accounts for why I am a
Thanks Dad! That's it for today.