Ramblings of an Old Man

My Father Failed To Pull Out In Time And So My Twin And I Were Conceived. The Year Was 1936 The Great Depression Was Showing Little Sign Of Ending And My Father Had Been Out Of Work For A Long Time. About The Last Thing My Parents Needed Was An Additional Child Much Less Twins.Still Call It Fate Pre-Determinism Or Simply A Reluctance To Terminate Their Carnal Pleasure In A Timely Manner. In Any Event The Population Of Our Country Increased By Two.I Would Like To Say The World As A Result Was Forever Changed; However Unless My Twin Or I Accomplish Something Really Worthwhile In The Very Near Future It Would Probably Be A Bit Of An Over Statement. Not-With-Standing It Would Be Fair To Say I For One Never Regretted Being Born And Never Really Sympathized Entirely With My ParentS Dismay At This Event.