He was born on LSD.
Not really in the way you might think for the late 1960’s…
He was actually born at the Cook County Hospital on Lake Shore Drive (LSD) in Chicago.
From what I remember hearing, his mother Martha faced childbirth alone. There might have been a stranger, a nun, at the momentous event. But all of this I could only surmise from snippets I’ve heard. I wasn’t even born yet. I didn’t meet him until he was 27. So forgive me if the memories of what I’ve heard are a little hazy.
All of the questions about that evening will remain unanswered forever. His mother is no longer with us.
I do remember her saying that she saw her daddy that evening. At the time, he was no longer with her.
Martha’s father passed away when she was 12. Her mother was always working to support the 6 children she was responsible to care for alone after her husband passed away. Martha was one of the youngest children and the only living daughter.
Martha lived in the inner city of Chicago. She already dropped out of high school before she got pregnant as a teenager. She wasn’t what anyone would call bright by any stretch of the term. But she was beautiful, very beautiful. I saw the grainy blurred photos.
Her child was born without a father. His name was legally omitted on the birth certificate although it did list that he was 21.
There were rumors about the father. He was said to have red hair and green eyes. He was part of a motorcycle gang. He had a very common name and wasn’t from Chicago. He wanted to steal the baby. He wanted nothing to do with the baby. He called on the phone but never said a word. He went off to Vietnam and never came back. He might have been Native American. He was a hillbilly.
Are any of those rumors even true? There is no one to ask anymore..
All he knew was that he didn’t have a dad.
After all, he was a 60’s love child born on LSD.