On this day in 1953, PawPaw skidded into the world, and it's been a heck of a ride. I hope that I can keep hanging on for a while longer, and the doctor sees no reason why that won't happen. So, today I am blessed with good health, a fine family, a warm home and a loving wife. That's all a man needs, actually, and I feel blessed.
I will work all day today. For reasons that only a basketball coach can fathom (because for the life of me, I don't understand it), I have to work a basketball game tonight. I'm going to pull on my boots in another half hour and go to the school-house where I will remain until about 9-ish tonight. What makes it unfathomable is that the coach and I share the birthday, and she insists on scheduling games on her birthday. What makes it truly unfathomable is that her husband is the competing coach, and he knows damned well it's his wife's birthday. All I can figure out is that it's some sort of weird sexual thing they've got going on, but that's just a hunch as I have no evidence of that at all.
Still, it's PawPaw's birthday, so I give you my standard birthday song.
Y'all have a good one, and I'll catch y'all on the flip side.