Good morning folks.
Busy, bittersweet day for me. Had a long talk with my father this morning on the occasion of his 91st birthday. I was home to KY last year for 90, but couldn't make it this year.
Then, just a few minutes ago, saw my son off as he heads back to Lexington for the last part of his next to last semester. Sad to see him go.
And now we're getting ready to head out for a lunch to celebrate my daughter's 25th birthday a day early - yes, she was born the day after my father. It looked like it was going to be a dead-on match, but the labor dragged on into the 21st. So my father and daughter straddle the line between the last day of winter and first day of spring.
I remember the night my daughter was born, after she went off to the nursery and my wife fell into a deep sleep, I walked outside, and the Hale-Bopp Comet was blazing at its absolute peak. Remember that? Weirdly, enough, I then walked out to my car, turned it on, and heard Mary Matlin, who then had a radio show, say my name as the very clearly first words once the radio came on. It turns out she was reading one of my stories on some sort of Bill Clinton outrage or other. Anyway, those are my most vivid recollections of that memorable night.
Hope its a good day for all of you.