Subject: Bio # 50
Omlor@aol.com
Date: Thu Oct 25 2001 - 07:55:40 GMT
Hey Rocky, watch me pull an autobiography out of my hat...
Again?
Nothin' up my sleeve....
On November 15, 1959, Penn State played Holy Cross in a one-sided
football game at Beaver Stadium, in a cold winter rain. By the end of the
third quarter, State's Nittany Lions led 55 - 0. Among those still in their
seats was a senior accounting major, slightly older than a "normal" college
student, who was finishing up four years on campus using the GI Bill benefit
she received after a short tour in post-war Germany. With him was his young
wife, who did not attend classes and was still working full time writing
titles at a local car dealership even though she was nine-months pregnant.
Late in that third quarter, she felt the first pain, and calmly announced to
her husband that something was happening. With great care and devotion, he
led her down the steps of the stadium, told her to go ahead and walk back to
their on-campus apartment nearly twelve blocks down the hill, and returned to
his seat to watch the fourth quarter. He did, of course, promise to come
home as soon as the game ended.
He kept that promise. He got home an hour or so later and by 5:00 they
were in a cab and on the way to the campus hospital. A short while after
eleven that evening of the 15th, I was born.
HEY! BULLWINKLE! YOU DID IT!
Uh, yeah. I guess so. What now, Rock?
Now we dolly back...
Now we fade to black...
--John
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