LET ME SEE YOUR BIRTH CERTIFICATE!
Where were you born?
Me, Racine, Wisconsin. GO PACKERS!
Park Ridge, Illinois. The same room as my daughter. I came 1st.
Aurora, Illinois–just like Wayne and Garth! Excellent!
Milwaukee, WI (GO PACK GO)
Wasn’t Romney’s dad some kind of Mexican-born furrier?
Denver CO, 1949, but DU still sucks (Go, Tigers!).
Yeah, sure fella, we just love your
off-the-cuff attempts at “humor”.
But tell us more, Mitt.
Why don’t you explain
how and why your More-mon-ey Grandpa
packed up and moved to live in Mexico…
in order to evade the oh-so-harsh
monogamy laws back here in the good ole USA?
Hmmm…it sure seems to me that YOUR family
has a long HISTORY of various offshore
or foreign evasions of various types…
whether they be birther-relatd,
Why don’t you
show us THOSE birth certificates,
AND foreign tax shelters,
AND secret Swiss accounts,
AND tax returns?
People like you Mitt,
who live in multiple glass houses,
should be very very careful when they start
slinging attack-humor stones, dear boy.
They could backfire…
I was raised in Jackson Heights (Queens) and born in Horace Harding Hospital which I gather was in Elmhurst. It was an interesting area to grow up in having started as a farming community, before becoming an upmarket community with golf courses and country clubs in the 20s, then a middle class nursery in the 60s when I was there. Even then it was a real melting pot, but I gather it has gone even more multi-ethnic than in my day.
NAS Hospital, Key West, FL. 1951. I consider myself a citizen of the Conch Republic.
Happy BD, Gummo. Give my love to Zeppo…
Pittsburgh, PA, 56 years ago today!
Hartford, Connecticut. Go Whalers!
hey, des moines is very nice. but born in milwaukee, still in ‘sexy’ milwaukee. i forgot which mag said we were sexy. GO PACKERS!
Hempstead, NY on LonGuyland!
Monte Vista, CO. Only the vaguest memories of it.
Born in Salt Lake City oddly enough. It’s a long story, which I should tell at some point. It has, however, given me a lifelong fascination with the Mormon church; one of the weirder institutions in the good old US and A.
Honolulu, Hawaii. Got to spend my first ten months there and then
Dad finished his hitch in the Navy and the parents moved back to their home state of Kansas. Spend a lot of time explaining that I was born in paradise and raised in hell.
Amsterdam, New York. Grew up in a town not far from there.
I was raised in Astoria (Queens) but I was born in St. Vincent’s Hospital (Greenwich Village, Manhattan). When I choosing/deciding on which college to attend, an aunt said I couldn’t go to NYU because it was in such a bad part of the city I wouldn’t be able to stay there late and be safe. I told her “Ihave to attend NYU, I have to return home to the Village; after all I was born there.” The look on her face… I thought she was going to smack me.
Um…Florida. Jacksonville (Mayport). My dad was military…
Mason City Iowa. Much of my family still lives there, five generations after great-grandfather chose it as a fine little town in which to open a bookstore. Has a fine regional medical center, and a century-old tradition of excellence in music.
’cause we’re so by-God stubborn
we can stand touching noses
for a week at a time,
and never see eye to eye.
I’ll be moving back there in a couple years, after thirty-five years in Silicon Valley.
I will arise and go now,
for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
while I stand on the roadway,
or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
des moines, iowa. but my parents eventually figured out that they were free to leave.
Ft. Belvoir, Virginia (near Washington, D.C.). I was an army brat. I’ve lived most of my life in Missouri, but my football idol when I was a kid was Fran Tarkenton, so…
p.s. Sorry, A—I agree with you on almost everything else! 🙂
Baton Rouge! How ’bout dem Tigers?!?! And, Who Dat?!?!?
(Posted to wrong thread earlier…)
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