William Michael Windsor is 74-years-old.

It happened — October 2, 2022.
Funny how things work. I awakened at 2:48 a.m. Eastern Time just a few minutes ago.
At 2:48 a.m. in Columbus, Georgia a few years back, Mary Johnson Windsor gave birth to William Michael Windsor. Proud papa, Walter Michael Windsor, was a most willing participant.
Just a week before, my Mom was nine months pregnant in Hollywood, California. Dad accepted a job as General Manager of WGBA Radio in Columbus, Georgia.
Facebook just zapped the story I wrote claiming it violated Terms, so I guess I have to re-write. Grrrr. I sued Facebook in 2013 for deleting my account claiming it promoted “nudity, pornography, and solicitation of sex.” It was about corrupt judges!
I can’t keep my eyes open, so I will rewrite what Facebook eliminated. There is a brief story written years ago on BillWindsor dot com
Back to Hollywood….
Nine-month-pregnant Mom and Dad, who knew nothing about mothers and babies and childbirth, hopped into their car and drove 2,178 miles from Hollywood to Columbus, Georgia.
I was almost born in Show-Me-Where-She-Danced, Arizona when Dad hit a cow crossing the road in the wee hours of the morning.
But they made it to Columbus, and Dad checked us into the local motel.
I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. This was very fitting since my Dad was born on a Gasless Sunday during World War I. Taxis and cars were not allowed that day, so Grandpa called an ambulance. All the ambulances were busy, so Grandma, Grandpa, and Walter-to-be were taken to the hospital in New York City in a hearse.
I got short-changed with a plain old ambulance. LOL.
We were living in a motel when Mom went into labor. Dad didn’t want his son to come home from the hospital to a motel room, so he raced out and rented a home at 2222 Buena Vista Road, Columbus, Georgia.
I was born at 2:48 a.m. on October 2, 1948. I’ve tried to keep that secret over the years, but there it is.
I feel 30 on the inside, except for Cognitive Decline, but I feel 100 on the outside since a Boise Cascade 18-wheeler hit me at 70-miles-per-hour in an accident in which I could have easily died. I can barely walk, and the corrupt judge hasn’t set a trial date. I figure Boise Cascade owes me a few million. I’ll trade in the Van Down by the River II and get a one-story house with a full-time female caregiver.
Now, I may not be 74 because my 11-year-old girl friend at Sam’s says I look 58 to her.
I’m celebrating today with THREE (3) football games — Cowboys, Cardinals, and Chiefs followed by a long-overdue evening in the Laundromat.
Headed back to bed, and I fell and couldn’t get up. I didn’t have my cane and wasn’t wearing my noisemaker and strobe light. Finally managed to get upright after another scary fall.

Walter Windsor and Mary Windsor were The Best Parents Ever

  • windsor bill 1948 Mary holds smiling Billy in 1948
    Mary Windsor holds smiling Billy in 1948.

My Mom was Mary Windsor, and she was the best mom ever!  She was a stay-at-home mom.

And my Dad was Walter Windsor. He was the best father ever!

I was the first-born child.  My brother and two sisters followed.

I was a very lucky boy.  My siblings and I could not have had a better childhood.  My Dad wasn’t paid what he was worth as the manager of television stations while I was a child.  I always thought we were “rich.”  We weren’t, but we had a very comfortable life.

I, William Michael Windsor, was born in Columbus, Georgia.  My Dad and Mom had just driven to Columbus from California with my Mom almost nine months pregnant.  Dad became the General Manager of WGBA Radio in Columbus.

We were living in a motel when Mom went into labor.  Dad didn’t want his son to come home from the hospital to a motel room, so he raced out and rented this home at 2222 Buena Vista Road, Columbus, Georgia.