So I just requested my long-form birth certificate about a week ago because I didn’t have the time on the one I had. It got here today.

Would you believe I was born at 23:59 on August the 16th? In a ‘hospital’ that no longer exists in Carthage, TN. Hometown of Al Gore oddly enough.

A year to the day after Elvis Presley died.

I’m just sayin’t that’s alright Mama.

Never lived in Carthage, but I have a brother who lives there now. Not sure when the ‘hospital’ closed down but my Mother nearly died giving birth to me. She went on to have 3 more much-easier deliveries. Easy for me to say, right? Ha ha.

I wanted the time so I can do my birthchart and figure out the significance of where everything was the exact time of my birth. I used to laugh at people who believed there was any significance to that. Now I know there is.