On this day, 60 years ago, PawPaw fell kicking and screaming into this world. In celebration of this event, Milady bought me a new flannel shirt and a new flannel jacket. I've been told that this jacket is NOT for working on small engines, or wearing to the deer camp. I now have a flannel jacket that I can wear in public without embarrassing her, and I should endeavor to keep it presentable. We'll see how long that lasts.
It's been a hell of a run, and I hope it lasts a few years longer. Tonight, I'm going to a sit-down restaurant and eat a big steak. I'm a lucky man, have much to be thankful for, and just for today I'm going to enjoy a respite from worrying about the news or imposing my opinion on an unsuspecting public.
PawPaw's celebrating today. I'll get back to this later.