...I could have attended Richard M Nixon Junior High but for the hands of fate!
fate, or the fact that the Mayor Daley machine swung Illinois by getting nearly 100% turnout from Chicago's cemeteries. (or so the story goes).
I was 8 1/2 months old & we lived a block off of El Camino in Burlingame. I don't remember anything of course, but according to my folks this was the day I took my first steps. They'd been out when they heard the news & rushed home to turn on the TV. My mom set me on my feet just inside the door, and up to that point I would always plop down by myself. But on this day I apparently decided to wander into the bedroom, and when my mom turned around a moment later to check on me I was not in sight. She screamed, which nearly gave my dad a heart attack, and when they looked in the bedroom there I was, standing by myself several feet from anything by which I might have pulled myself up.