Oh how I wish I’d found this on Sunday!  My sister and I have always known the story of our birth, Mom used it as a way to highlight our need for drama since birth.  And as I tell you the story, you’ll understand that we come by our dramatics honestly.  Thank you, Mom and Dad. It was about 2 AM on a Saturday morning in 1973 when  my dad went racing down the streets of Washington, D.C. in his little Datsun.  With dual horns blaring and my mother tensing up in labor, my dad violated all sorts of traffic laws.  Really, what do stop lights mean when your wife…