Area Birthday Goes Off Unnoticed...Mostly
     Sandwiched between the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and Bobby Kennedy, I was born. 5/22/1968. Shocking. It does not seem that long ago that I was celebrating the nation's Bicentenial by smashing cap-gun caps with a rock because it was the closest thing to firecrackers I had. Or skinny-dipping in the gravel pits of Maple Grove after drinking warm Moosehead beer. At least I'm not turning 50.