A not so ordinary beginning to a not so ordinary life.

I have a story, but then again, don't we all.  Mine starts the same as anyone else's.  About 38 years ago my parents met... fell in love ... 9 months later I was born.   Yeah, that's not exactly how it happened but it sure sounds good.  Instead, my parents met outside of a Navy base in Newport, Rhode Island where my Dad's ship was docked.  My birth mother, Valerie, was a wandering soul having traveled from Calgary Canada and more than a little on the slutty side considering that by the time she met my Dad she had already had given birth to, and left behind, three other children. We'll get back to that later.  She meets my father and... well, we all can figure out what happened.  My father was on his way out of the Navy, having fulfilled his commitment, when Valerie came up pregnant.  They returned to my Dad's home state of New Jersey where they informed my grandmother that she was pregnant.  My grandmother, God rest her soul, was very old fashioned and insisted that Valerie and my Dad marry immediately.  There was one very big problem.... Valeria was already married to a man named Ken back in Calgary.   Her story, which is not to be believed, is that Ken had run off and she could not find him to divorce.  Trust me, that could not be any further from the truth.

I will return to this blog in the next day or so to give you more on how my not so ordinary life began.  Now, it's off to bed.  Goodnight.