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 a...