48 was great, I expect 49 to be sublime

When I see a reflection of myself, I don't think I look how 49 sounds. In many ways I feel younger than ever, the result, I think of being happy and healthy and old enough to truly appreciate it. "Nobody wants to get old but they don't want to die young either." - Keith Richards I've … Continue reading 48 was great, I expect 49 to be sublime →

18 thoughts from the weekend my son turned 18

When he was born, my oldest son scared me. That changed. Now, I'm in awe of him. According to my sons, the plural of penis is penis. (The "s" is silent when it's plural) Crazy > Creepy The Olde English was the perfect place to celebrate my Anglophile son's birthday. Molly, our server, deserves a … Continue reading 18 thoughts from the weekend my son turned 18 →

Not all heroes wear uniforms, not every prince has a throne

Today is my brother's 50th birthday.  I know I've said it before, but my brother has  been the one constant in my life.  This doesn't mean that we didn't have our times of conflict.  I recall darts being thrown at my feet to encourage me to vacate his room and spats over typical sibling bullshit, … Continue reading Not all heroes wear uniforms, not every prince has a throne →