I am the son of a cougar

I was born March 28, 1956 in Pullman, Washington to Robert Arthur Johnson and Catherine Delores Johnson. Dad was attend Washington State University at the time as a graduate student in Chemical Engineering and mom was working as a secretary to help pay the bills. I was born about a month late. The folks always blamed it on the train accident. I think it was around January 1956 when mom, dad, soon to be Grandpa and Grandma Johnson were trying to cross some train tracks at a blind crossing when the car was struck by a slow moving train. Fortunately no one was badly hurt, but since mom was pregnant at the time, everyone was naturally worried. I think it was at that point I decided I was in no rush to come into the world. The best part of this was that by being born late it set me up so that 24 years later I could begin to enjoy that special period where for 24 days every year, I am married to an older woman!