Approximately 50 years ago, my father offered my mother a bribe.
She was in the final days of her pregnancy with me as 1967 drew to a close. And my father recognized that if I were born before the end of December, he'd get a tax credit for the year. So he told my mother that if she had her baby in 1967, he'd give her 100 bucks. A kickback, of sorts.
As the story goes, my mother immediately went into labor.
And so we have the above photo, which I adore. Because my mother looks so radiant and beautiful. Because I think I spy a lighter and ashtray on the bedside table. And because of that 100-dollar bill, which I think tells a terrific story.
She was in the final days of her pregnancy with me as 1967 drew to a close. And my father recognized that if I were born before the end of December, he'd get a tax credit for the year. So he told my mother that if she had her baby in 1967, he'd give her 100 bucks. A kickback, of sorts.
As the story goes, my mother immediately went into labor.
And so we have the above photo, which I adore. Because my mother looks so radiant and beautiful. Because I think I spy a lighter and ashtray on the bedside table. And because of that 100-dollar bill, which I think tells a terrific story.
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