This is going to be a short post because we’re scrambling to
travel to Portsmouth this morning to spend his birthday with our son. He’s brought such joy to his very proud
parents that it’s hard to find the words expressing how much he means to
us. He was delivered via C-section at
Walter Reed Army Hospital in Washington.
I was sitting in a waiting room when the doctor came and without saying
a word escorted me through a series of medical rooms before stopping and
pointed to what looked like a McDonald’s French Fry heating table. That was my first look at my son and began
his career of being everything a father could hope for.
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| He's 29 Today and a Little Taller His Table Manners Are Still Suspect Though |
He loves dogs, the Red Sox (except for the player he selects
to be his annual pariah), beer, and movies; so I guess he bred true. Most importantly he loves the MEF and we’re
all so excited as they start down their own marital road in a couple
weeks. Happy Birthday Big Guy!
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| Wife at Zorba's Last Night |
Nothing much to report on yesterday’s First Friday
activities. It took well into the afternoon
to fully eradicate the smell from my brain of Buddy’s implosion. My excellent boss was in high form ranting
and raving about the political leaders so Brew City was entertaining based on
that alone. My wife successfully
maneuvered Sears into getting her the right machine which brought back memories
of my own mother’s well remembered epic battles with my home town Sears. We raised a toast to her at Zorba’s and
thought she would have been proud of my wife’s hooking and jabbing with her old
adversary. We topped off the night with
Ronnie’s Ice Cream because we’ll see the MEF today and did not want to disappoint
(well that and the ice cream was awesome!)
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| Her Date, Yours Truly |
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| MEF Sanctioned Dessert |
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