An Ordinary Day
December 1, 1969 was a normal day as days go. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. My family and I went to bed at our usual time. As we retired for the evening, little did I know that my life would change forever after that night. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up to our youngest son, Joe, screaming at the top of his lungs. Like any good father, I pushed my wife out of bed and told her to "shut that kid up before he wakes the neighbors." I then rolled over and went back to sleep.