WHAT THE FRIDAY: That was a short 30 years

The oldest son turns 30 today. That’s hard to believe since I’m only 34(ish).

I’ve told the story of his arrival, and I don’t think I can tell it any better than I did here:

On this day in 1989, an Interruption.

Much has happened in the six years since I wrote that post. I won’t be writing about that here.

He’s off to Indiana this weekend to spend his birthday with some college friends. And, that’s a good thing.

Dad’s traveling for work and Mom is in the second weekend of her show. We will officially celebrate together at a later date. I need to get back to Atlanta anyway.

Happy Birthday, Son.

Don’t forget to call your Mother.


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Longing for the Road Not Taken

 

It’s not that I think I made the wrong choice to not take that left turn in Albuquerque. I’ve said many times that I missed that one.

Today it’s about the road that I’m going to be on for the next three days.

I’d rather not take it.

I’d rather stay home, but I don’t get that choice.

So, we make the most out of it and head on.

If you need me, I’ll be on I-81.

But don’t expect me to text you back.


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