Forty years ago my son Kevin Lee began his life’s journey.
Happy Birthday son.
On today’s walk (26,000+ steps) I encountered this group of protesters with a rather unusual demand:
We’ll get right on that!
And today’s Facebook memories were particularly sad. Four years ago I was in Augusta, Georgia playing in a dart tournament.
Also there was my friend Bridget Werner….
And my buddy James Stoy.
Little did I know that they would both be dead within two years. You’ve got to live for the day because the days do run out without warning.
Speaking of darts, I’ve been playing in the IDK Saturday tourneys again. Took a first place last night.
My game is crap, I’m not anywhere near the player I used to be. Luckily, no one here is of the “A” division caliber I competed with in Seoul. Trying to get motivated to work at improving so I can kick some ass in the Subic dart league.
60 days left to get that done.
Another Kevin has a saeng-il! Well, God bless us, every one!
(“Kevin” ultimately comes from the Latin Coemgenus—”koh-em-GEH-noos,” by way of Irish.)
Yeah, but what does Coemgenus mean? As far as the blessings, yes indeed! Except for that Kevin who stole Loraine from me. Fuck him! 🙂
Jesus, your son is exactly the same age as me. Born March 11th, 1978! Apparently when I was born Kojak was on the television, say it wasn’t the same when your son was born or I’m hiding under the blankets for the next week!
But yeah, happy birthday to him, and me as well I guess, can’t really say I’m a spring chicken any more…
Happy belated birthday, Vaster….nice coincidence.
I don’t remember Kojak, but Mork and Mindy debuted that year. Nanu nanu!
Hey, no worries though, they say 40 is the new….eh, well 40 is 40. But it beats the hell out of being 60s!