On this day in 1968, the Detroit Tigers had already let the American League know that they'd be the team to beat in the long summer ahead.
In South Carolina, I was duking it out in the final rounds of third grade with Mrs. Irene Rogers. It seemed never-ending.
Maybe on this day, somebody became a billionaire and maybe somebody wrote a Pulitzer Prize-winning novel and maybe a kingdom rose and another fell.
Small stuff.
Because in Louisiana, something much bigger was happening. On this day in 1968, the most beautiful, the most special, the most precious and wonderful girl in the world was being born. On this very date. No foolin'...What a break...
