Today my son was reading a biography about Harry Truman, and found out that Harry Truman was born in Missouri just like me. Very earnestly he asked, “Did you know him, Mom?”
The only thing worse than my son asking me if I knew a president from the late 40’s was realizing that the man and I actually HAD been alive together for five years. Theoretically I *could* have known him. Though it is doubtful that at the age of 5 I’d have grasped the significance of meeting a former president.
Dang, I’m getting OLD.