One day in late 1975, my wife announced, “Guess what?”
I don’t recall how many wrong guesses it took before she got fed up and just told me that she was pregnant.
Talk about a salient moment. I should have been thrilled. I was terrified.
Until then, fatherhood had been a vague theory. Provided that I met the right girl, her father wasn’t a good shot and she was actually amenable to the idea, becoming a dad was always something I thought about as “maybe someday.”
Thirty seconds after “guess wha...
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