Happy Birthday, America.
And that’s about as far as I’m taking that because I’d rather not get into a pissing contest with the ones that wouldn’t live where their convictions reside. It’s a big world and lots of ideas – few, really, as great as our collective.
News from the family front: Sister-in-Law suffered a stroke. She’s also gone through several surgery;s. Irony upon irony, she works for a Doctor.
I sometimes feel, not knowing a darn thing, really, that the lady is a hypochondriac. But then my brother has been married forty three years and it is his judgment I trust.
Speaking of him. He’s having heart problems. No details, ain’t nobody sharing. I suppose I’ll find out in time. :Grats to him by the way. He served in tanks in Wurttemberg back before he opened his restaurant. His goal in life was to retire by fifty years of age.
I never kept track. But I think it was pretty close. Saying one is retired, however,, doesn’t mean one stops working. He started a landscaping business after a couple of years “vacationing” and then let it devolve into a two man snow removal business, which he continues even now.
Not too shabby for an eighth grade dropout and a run away at age sixteen. His patron proved to be a restaurant owner and started my brother as a pearl diver in one, when the bro finally stopped running, taking bro up through cooks helper to chef to manager to owner.
That demonstrates the patience of a good man – and a snot nosed street-wise kid.
From the reaches,