|Mom - February 1970 (not an actual photo)|
She gasped as the beginnings of the contraction hit her. He looked at her, panic flashing across his face, the cigarette on his lips standing to attention from the pursing of his lips around it. The car began to accelerate, it was a 1964 OldsmobileF-85 DeLuxe, a big car with lots of power, and like new. They were in Littleton, but the doctor they were powering towards was a couple of miles away in Denver. She groaned as the pain tightened, and he pressed harder on the accelerator. A stop sign blew past, unnoticed and forgotten, except that behind them appeared the familiar red flash of a cop car its siren screaming into the winter’s night.