The excitement around my birthday continues. On tuesday, one day after my offical celebration I got a package of strawberries delivered by FedEX. They weren’t ordinary strawberries. They were dipped in scrumptious dark and white chocolate. I’m sure they were prepared by culinary chefs. The berries were fresh and juicy and the chococate melted in your mouth. Each offering was about the size of a small egg and there were 12 of them. The challenge is to eat 12 chocolate covered berries in 48 hours (while the berries were fresh). The berries were calorie free. Thank you to my favorite Grasshopper and Son-in-law.
Happy birthday to Grandson Dominic who celebrates No.14 on Monday. Then it is on to high school in the fall. Add 2 years and he will be driving. Add 4 years and he is off to college on a football scholarship. Add 4 more years and he will be waiting to be drafted by the NFL. Then the big money. For the time being however, attention is on how to celebrate this birthday. May all your wishes come true.
Grasshopper No.3 keeps remodeling his home. He now is adding a stone based patio to complement the enclosed patio he already has. It means more patio doors and lots of expensive flat stone for the patio. It must be nice.
Your Mom and I saw “West Side Story” at the Performing Arts Center last night. It is part of your mother’s effort to culturally enrich me. The play is 55 years old. It still about Puerto Rican kids fighting white kids. People fight. People love. People die. It has a gloomy ending. It takes a long, long, 2.5 hours to tell the story.
Cover your plants or the big bad frost will get them.
Love,
Dad