I'm going to choose several possibilities. I will point out that I'd be a pretty cool guy in any time period I was born. I'm pretty versatile.
If I were born in 1827, I would have ended up moving to California on one of those wagon trains in the 1840s. I would have been there for the gold rush. Legend has it some of those guys were pulling gold nuggets the size of softballs out of shallow streams in the first days of rush. We're talking several pounds of gold. I think gold is over 1,000 a troy ounce now. Could you imagine pulling gold chunks worth $30,000 to $50,000 out of a creek? Let alone filling a burlap bag up with them, then calling it a day. That would be pretty sweet. Even sweeter if it was like 160+ years later and Katy Perry was around to go hang on the beach with. Russell Brand ? Why Katy ? It's okay, call me when it's over.
If I were born in 1947, I probably would have ended up in Miami. Chances are I wouldn't have been able to find work after I blew out my knee playing football for the Dolphins in 1970. Sports medicine just wasn't as advanced back then. Rehabilitation was almost unheard of. So I would spend the rest of my days walking with a cane, all be it, a very pimp cane. Fortunately, I still would have my degrees from Ohio State and the U (University of Miami). I would probably get a teaching job, but that wouldn't be enough to buy that 1970 Plymouth RoadRunner with the 426 Hemi (or the Camaro with the 454). So I would probably get involved in something shady. I don't know, maybe some illegal arms dealing, or something else. For some reason I picture myself with a Cuban guy in a high speed motor boat. It's dark, probably like 4:00am in the port of Miami, and he's driving. I still have sunglasses on for some reason though, and there’s a cigarette hanging out of my mouth while the winds blows my hair around. All the while I'm holding a sub machine Uzi on my forearm and there are bales of an unknown substance in the back of the boat. Haha.
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