Tomorrow marks the birthday of Grasshopper No.4. I won’t give away his age but I remember the Thursday in 1972 very well. It was an early morning birth. It was a typical summer day. Blue skies and warm temps. As I recall, I had the perfect reason for not going into work. But, I did go into work. I handed out cigars. Call me stupid. Happy birthday No.4.
Tomorrow marks the birthday of Grandson Nevin. I think he turns 25. Happy Birthday Nevin.
Your Mom and I went to see the play “War Horse” at the PAC. It was a lesson on how to make full size horse puppets seem real. There were times during the performance that you forgot that it was a performance of puppets. Because the story was set in England, English accents were used. It was tough to understand especially when my hearing isn’t all that good in the first place.
The racing sausages used during the seventh inning a Miller Park in Milwaukee during Brewer games celebrated 20 years since inception. It started as 3 sausages (hot dog, bratwurst, and polish sausage). They since have added the italian sausage and the chorizo. What the hell is a chorizo? Something about peppers and junniper berries. No, chorizos don’t interest me.
This last subject “freaks me out”. A couple named Christy and Micheal got married 15 years ago. They were buddhist meditation teachers. Their pledge when they married was to live the rest of their lives within 15 feet of each other. Always within 15 feet. Forever and ever. For example, if they were to fly somewhere, they insisted on seats in the same row or they would change flights. Talk about a vow from hell. I love your mother but always staying within 15 feet? Really. What about bathroom duties? What about personal hygiene situations? What about poker with the boys? What about deer hunting? What about baby showers? What about shopping all day at the Mall? The questions are endless. The situation plays out as you would expect. The couple is now divorced. Dah!
Week end weather forecast is great!
Love,
Dad