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When my friend Ron was born at the Eunice LA hospital on the 23rd of February 1947, our family lived in an unfinished house in Valleyfield QC.
My father Albert had put all 6 of us in the concrete basement while he was building the first and second floors after work at night with a flashlight attached to his hat. Ron and I only met fortuitously 47 years later over a lot of beer, so I consider him as part of my family. He is now in Texas and me, in Baja. But on his birthday I think of Lousiana and I am sure he does too. This year I forgot to send him this card(!!!), derived from a similar one I had made for my sister Lise also born in 47. But then the BP oil spill reminded me of him, of Lousiana and all the good times we had. So I found it and published it here for all to click around to. Happy Birthday Ron.