Oh, You Better Watch Out!

I was born just in time to be included in the 1950 Census which reported Denver’s population as 415,786. That’s not a lot less than the 557,917 that’s being reported today, but since 1950 the suburbs have mushroomed around the landlocked Mile High City. Rocky Mountain Osteopathic Hospital is no more, a fact for which I hope I deserve no credit. Christmas was on a Sunday in 1949, which probably caused additional stress for my seminarian father. Mom tells me that her physician had celebrated the Christ’s birth to the extent that an intern had to pinch hit, which in hindsight may explain many things. This was home: a mother and a father. It’s quaint, I know, but this was my introduction to life.