Helluva story.
My mom told me that she had wondered if I would ever have the chance to be born. And there I was, at the tail end of the crisis. They had tried for years to have another kid.
My mom was 34 at the time of my birth. Which at the time, raised a few eyebrows. You were supposed to be done with stuff like that in your twenties.
My brother is 11 years and my sister is 8 years older than me. I probably would have been built in the late 50’s. LOL
My older half brother was captured during the Bay of Pigs invasion and one of my earliest memories is sneaking him a sandwich into the prison yard where he was being held.
My mom had me put it in my shorts and I was told to tell the guards it was for my lunch if it was found. She was searched before we were allowed in but I was not. When I gave it to him in the yard I was heralded as the leader of the revolution by his fellow captives and was given piggy back rides and generally made a great fuss over my brave act.