My third and best college roommate, my bud through thick and thin, and a whole host of other roles…including designated prancer, keeper of the starcrunches and Heavy Metal expert. Sadly, he has the second-worst birthday date in the Western world, only Jesus has him beat there.
Hopefully he’ll have a little celebration, probably after all the Christmas Day festivities are over. Then again, he might be beside himself with joy since the Chicago Bears clinched their division. It’s his birthday so I’ll keep my petty joke to myself until the playoffs. Meanwhile, Paul scored an iPad this year which is a righteous gadget. My recommendation would be sending him virtual money to purchase cool apps or better yet, books to read on it. Helen told me how he has become a huge (American) Civil War buff. The upcoming year is the 150th anniversary of its horrible beginning. I need to find a highly respected one. Paul’s a Yankee from Illinois like me, thus I know he’s immune to the recent Southern revisionism making the rounds for over a generation.
Happy Birthday again Paul! I hope you can find an adequate surrogate for Geno’s East in the near future.