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Aug. 23rd, 2009 04:55 pm42 years ago yesterday, the series finale of The Fugitive aired. Over the course of four years, audiences waited each week to see if Dr. Kimble could clear his name and prove the elusive one armed man actually murdered his wife. The two-part final episodes were as big as the final episode of MASH or The Sopranos.
I know this, because I was born during the middle of the final episode, part II. This made the Army doctors very cross (as if Army doctors need an excuse) at my mother, who after 20+ hours of labor, picked that hour to actually bring me into the world in an Army base overlooking Monterey Bay, California, during the final month of the Summer of Love.
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I had a fun birthday yesterday. Hanging out with the kids in the morning, then Christey and her Mom took the kids shopping while I relaxed at home, trying to catch a monster snook that has been smashing the baitfish in our canal the last week or so. A bald eagle was also interested in fishing, and I saw a ton of manatee splashing and playing.
Alas, my first and second jobs called, each with a downed server, and I spent a couple hours fixing that, but then Christey came back from her photo shoot (her mom took the kids for the night to give us some alone time) and we went down to a restaurant on the intracoastal for some food and drinks. I had some smothered oysters, which were good, except two of them had chunks of shell (boo) and we had some good fish dip while we listened to a cover band who rapidly deteriorated as the evening went on.
Never did catch that stupid snook, but other than that, it was great! Thanks for the wishes here and on FB!
I know this, because I was born during the middle of the final episode, part II. This made the Army doctors very cross (as if Army doctors need an excuse) at my mother, who after 20+ hours of labor, picked that hour to actually bring me into the world in an Army base overlooking Monterey Bay, California, during the final month of the Summer of Love.
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I had a fun birthday yesterday. Hanging out with the kids in the morning, then Christey and her Mom took the kids shopping while I relaxed at home, trying to catch a monster snook that has been smashing the baitfish in our canal the last week or so. A bald eagle was also interested in fishing, and I saw a ton of manatee splashing and playing.
Alas, my first and second jobs called, each with a downed server, and I spent a couple hours fixing that, but then Christey came back from her photo shoot (her mom took the kids for the night to give us some alone time) and we went down to a restaurant on the intracoastal for some food and drinks. I had some smothered oysters, which were good, except two of them had chunks of shell (boo) and we had some good fish dip while we listened to a cover band who rapidly deteriorated as the evening went on.
Never did catch that stupid snook, but other than that, it was great! Thanks for the wishes here and on FB!
