A would be middle-child who ended up first born. This third-generation Mexican-American is a son of two Texans who moved to Los Angeles during the post-war migration of the forties (along with their Spanish speaking parents). That makes me a late-baby boomer (or since I was born in 1954, some now think I qualify to be a Generation Joneser). I ended up in a place I never thought I'd be--happily married, family man, working at a prestigious medical center well past a third decade now, and in technology. Just don't ask me to explain it.
