I had to Google to see if it was “A” or “An” historic day. The consensus was “A” so I went with it, although truthfully I like the way “An” sounds better. Anyway, it is a special day of remembrance for me because 41 years ago my son Kevin was welcomed into this world.
Kevin was actually born on his due date. I had gone through the prenatal course so I could be in the delivery room for that special moment when he drew his first breath. It was quite an experience for all involved!
Kevin grew up successfully despite having a wayward father. He spent many years in broadcast journalism before leaving for the more stable working hours and better pay of the insurance industry. By all accounts he is doing quite well–a great wife, a great house, a great daughter, and three wonderful step daughters. He’s definitely a great daddy and I’m obviously very proud of him.
Otherwise things are back to normal around here. An uneventful flight home (unlike the unfortunates on Ethiopian Air). Marissa slept most of the way and only woke up when the wheels touched down. The look of surprise and confusion on her face was priceless. Good times.
Buddy was happy to see me again. He’s got a big heart, that’s for sure.
What else? Well, I had a good time explaining to my breakfast waitress what “SOS” stands for…
And that’s about it. Time for me to get ready to Hash.
And oh yeah, today makes 10 months of living in the Philippines. So far so good.
Congrats on ten months, welcome back home (I’m sure Buddy says the same), and good luck with the next Hash.
Did I see that photo correctly? Was Buddy off his chain and with the goats? No more danger of him running away, I gather. If that’s true, that’s great news!
TRIVIA: “An historic…” is more British. And it’s a good one to throw back in a Brit’s face when he tells you to sound out the “h” in “herb” because, according to him, “There’s a bloody ‘h’ in it.” Just remind him that he doesn’t pronounce the “h” in “historic,” but he should—because there’s a bloody “h” in it—to be consistent.
And how could I forget? Happy Birthday to my namesake! Enjoy those forties while they last. I’m on my final few months, alas….
Thanks, Kev.
No, I have a long chain that Buddy wears out back. I’m sure he wouldn’t run away again, and he knows he way home now if he did. But he might find some trouble to get into so I keep him leashed up.
Neat post. Thank you.