Rode down in the elevator with a coworker, Cynthia. She said she thought she heard something about me lately, and had it been my birthday. I said, nope, that’s in November. “What day?”, she asks. 13, I tell her. “Me too!”
So, I get down to my car, and the audiobook I’m listening to comes on… Its Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson… Born Nov 13, 1850.