Just a note! I always buy delicious French Peasant Bread from the local bakery. The bread makes great toast in the morning before my rigorous workout program. One loaf lasts me one week. There is a mouse in the house this week. My personal stock of bread is disappearing at an alarming rate. I’ll need to set a mouse trap capable of capturing a Grandson.
Our 52nd wedding anniversary “came and went” yesterday. We actually went to St.Anna on Sunday. In the past, I would occasionally run into my brother Jack at Schwartz’s supper club. Coincidently, Jack’s son Jerry was dining when we got there. I guess some tradition’s get passed down to another generation.
Here is where the “perception” thing comes into play. Your Mom and I exchanged anniversary cards. Her card to me implicated that she was lucky to have such a special, stable influence in her life. That is nice but I really want to be known as the “wild thing”. In the movie “Major League”, Charlie Sheen is a relief pitcher for the lowly Cleveland Indians but he can throw a baseball 101 miles per hour (mph). His pitches sometimes go astray (it is scary because the batter might get hit by the wild pitch). In the movie, when they bring Charlie from the bullpen, the stadium sound system plays the song “Wild Thing – you make my heart sing”. The young girls in the stadium swoon and Charlie plays the role of the “stud muffin” that he really is. I don’t want to be known as boring and nice. I want to be known as the wild thing.
For those of you that remembered our anniversary, thank you! The flowers were fragrant and the cards appreciated.
Here is a special offer. Jerry (Jack’s son) said he has Jack’s original catchers glove from when he was a kid. Anybody who wants it, can have it. It is for sentimental reasons only because new catchers mits today are bigger, more flexible and made of softer leather. Let me know.
Love,
Dad