During a family vacation to Maine my oldest daughter, who is a bit of a dare-devil, somehow convinced me to get on this ride with her. Needless to say, I regretted that decision almost as soon as I was strapped in. As the ride comes to a stop, a mere 47 hours after it began, you can see me wipe what can only be tears of joy from my face. Suffice to say, this may have been the LONGEST two minutes of my life.
The shrieks of joy and laughter are from my parents and other daughter enjoying my obvious discomfort. Isn’t family wonderful?
I was born Roland James Leblond, jr. at 10:48 AM, on March 25, 1965 in Lewiston, Maine. Dad got a parking ticket while I was being born, this was just the first of many things he would have to pay for because of me, hopefully there were more good than bad. As I understand it, I was called “little Jack” after my grandfather from the beginning. My Grandfather was called Jack, although his name was Roland Donat Leblond. What can I say – we’re French. My name officially became Jack James Leblond on October 20, 1970. I’m sure it’s not at all related, but it was around that time that I had my tonsils removed. I remember my School bus driver saying he was looking forward to my having to be quiet for a few days afterwards. more…
