Yesterday, the 17th, was the 66th anniversary of the day my Mother and Father married. It's something to note, I suppose, that she still keeps score. But at the moment, she's in the hospital, and has been for several days.
We aren't quite sure what's going on. The Doctors haven't given us a firm diagnosis. Whatever it is that has her down isn't being real obvious. But she's not a quitter. She'll hang in and she'll beat whatever this is. She wants to be here on December 21st, 2012. And by God, she will be.
In 1945, as the war was winding down, my Mom and Dad were in New Jersey. Dad was stationed at Fort Dix and was TAD (Temporary Additional Duty) to the new computer installation at Aberdeen Proving Grounds in Maryland. And Mom was working at a factory, packing .50 caliber machine gun rounds and Hand Grenades. And she was pregnant with me. The War ended in August. I was born in September, in Middlesex County Hospital, New Brunswick, New Jersey. That's why I've always been a secret Rutgers fan - the University is right there. At the ripe age of 6 months, when I didn't have too much say about the way things went in the family, we moved back home to Chicago. By the time I was two, we had moved in with my Grandparents. My Dad aspired to becoming a Professional Ball Player, and living at home gave him a base to operate from. (Those dreams were dashed when an exploding machine blew him down a stairwell and tore up his knee.) Mom had gotten a job at the Phone Company as an Operator on nights - she would progress, over the years, and retire from the Phone Company 35 years later.
She's led a long and interesting life. But she's not done yet. Not by a long shot.
She's just a little scared right now. And in a way, I can't blame her. But she's tough and she's determined. She wants to be here to see the end of the Mayan Calendar. She wants to see what happens. I keep telling her that it's just going to be one day leading into the next. She, however, is convinced that the recent spate of earthquakes we've seen here, on Good Mother Earth, are a precursor to the events of that coming time, when the Sun lines up with the Galactic Center. Okay, Mom. Anything you say. Just as long as you're here for me to say "I told you so".