He was born December 21, 1922, one of those pre-Christmas babies. He would have killed for a June birthday. He hated combined birthday and Christmas presents, possibly because his brother Charles would give him one sock for his birthday, and another for Christmas. So several years ago we moved his birthday to MLK day.
(H/T Jim Romenesko)
She was born in Brooklyn, N.Y., to Walter and Margaret Mioducki. She was proud to have been a (self- proclaimed) world champion stickball player, and the first girl on her block to own a pair of Levi's. In her early years, she thoroughly enjoyed all manner of rabble-rousing, including beating up on her younger brothers, Willy and Michael, smoking cigarettes with her sister, Sharon, in the bathtub, and other such exploits as punching a nun who pulled her ponytail one day at school simply because Patty-Ann was left-handed.
I will even miss, after his wife had passed, his hilarious attempts to get the pretty nurses to come home with or when asked how he was feeling he would always say 'I feel so good I should be triplets.'
(H/T Peter Elikann)
He wanted all to know that he didn't die peacefully; he wasn't quite done with his ever-expanding list of projects, and he left for his trip to heaven kicking and screaming.
(H/T to Marianne Lentini Bernarduci)