Edward, having been born in San Jose, California on a summer evening, in the month of June – 1976 years after the supposed birth of the Christian lord, couldn’t have asked for a better day to be born on.

In fact there was no request to be turned in for a different day, that was the only day available for someone of his intellectual and experiential girth to be born.

The south bay area of California, the earthly area in which San Jose is found, can be a beautiful place, most certainly when the subject of weather is discussed, not quite so when other subjects are discussed. The South Bay area had fallen victim to urbanization during the baby boom, exquisite geography with an inexpicably beautiful climate.

Urbanization is hardly ever an attractive thing, typically a poorly planned endeavor, especially in relation to the more fertile valleys of California. It could almost be said that wherever a rich agricultural area may be in the state – dozens and dozens of subdivisions lacking in personality are sure to call it home at some point.

The good thing is the sun doesn’t know who, what, or how poorly planned a thing it is smiling down upon.

The fact that Edward was born in such a valley could mean only one thing – that he would forever be faced with poor planning and an unrelenting yet friendly sun shining brightly over his head.