This post shall be a tough one. Those who follow the news ought to recognize the name in the title.
Darren is my cousin. I was born on a January 29th, and he, the 31st — of the same year, 1961. Our mothers — 1st cousins and very close companions and friends in those years — were in the very same hospital at the very same time. Our parents took outings and trips together in those days, so I’m personally suspicious that conception occurred for both couples on one of those getaways — though I’ve understandably never breached the subject. (more…)