On Friday, Grasshopper No.3 will celebrate being “one half a centry old”. When I was “working”, the office employees would stuff the office or cubicle of a person turning 50 with black balloons. I’m not sure what the black signified other than it was a dark, dark, dark day. Grasshopper No.3 might get the cab of his little red truck stuffed with black balloons. Happy Birthday No.3. May your day be joyous.
On Sunday I flew some friends on my private jet out to the Super Bowl for the day. Two friends needed to be picked up in Rockport, TX. Unfortunately they weren’t ready at the airport so we flew on without them. Also the weather in Rockport was lousy. We hoisted a beer or two the Rockport couple.
We had tickets on the 50 yard line. The game started. The center for Denver hiked the ball over the head of Peyton Manning resulting in a safety. Game over. Denver had no chance. We left early and joined a party at a hotel hosted by Paul Allen (of Microsoft fame) and owner of the Seattle Seahawks. Allen was spending some of his $50 billion dollars (that is with a “b”).
I got home only to find out my executives at the Green Bay Packers had raised prices on stadium seats by $3 again. It is the fifth consecutive year of a $3 per seat increase. If this keeps up I might have to sell my private jet.
While I am feeling sorry for people with financial woes, lest not we forget the Queen of England. She gets $51 million per years from the Parliment and she has had to dip into her reserves. $51 million isn’t enough. She employees 434 employees with lots of footmen, butlers and personal assistants. I see an austerity program coming here.
Olympics begin Feb. 7. It will represent 2 weeks of TV program diversions.
Days are getting longer.
Love,
Dad