Our son, Jason, was a small baby in May of 1977.
I was joyous but tired and ready for a night out. So when my in-laws came for a visit I thought that would be the perfect time to plan a special evening of entertainment.
Dinner and a live show? Perfect. I made reservations at Beverly Hills.
But as the weekend drew near, I began to feel guilty for thinking about leaving the little babe with a sitter, so we stayed home.
Imagine my horror when I saw the headlines in the newspaper that morning!
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