A Break in the Action

Day 96:

Well Conor, today was a pretty nice day weather wise and, with Mommy and MeMeow in errand mode with you in tow, I took the day to meet up with my Motorcycle Club, the Boozefighters. We do a memorial run each year around this time for a man who was taken long before his time. His name was Bill Oram...

In truth it's kinda like a mini pub crawl... The guys get together in remembrance, share a pint or two at the first bar- Red Rocks Tequila Bar in Centreville, then fire up the bikes to head to the second bar, and one of my very favorites- The Old Brogue in Great Falls, VA. After yesterday I couldn't do much more than muster a Jamison on the rocks and even that was tough to get down... Still, I managed and was right as rain after.

When the event concluded I took my top-secret super-stealth back roads to get home under sunny skies and a cool breeze... Riding in a tee-shirt in March? Unheard of. Yet, that's what was happenin'!

When I got home I set to working on the old plum tree outside, Boy'O. It needed some trimming, like 15 feet of trimming, so I set after it with an electric saw, a hand saw, and some good old fashioned power. Now and again it feels good to work things out while snapping tree limps across your knee and and folding them in half with your bare hands... Though after I showered I realized how much more work I need on my arms and chest - Boy am I sore!

Meanwhile Mommy came home with you and MeMeow and I swear I could hear you screaming up the block! You were HUNGRY, Buddy! After all that shopping, who wouldn't be? (though I know you wished you were here to get all manly snapping tree limbs with your Pops). Given my druthers, Son... If the choice comes down to walking across hot coals with a miniature baby mule on my back vs. going shopping? Ring up Juan Carlos and get that borough on my back, Boy'O.

Though now, after a hard day of shopping, the Lion Heart rests peaceful in his crib... And I'm right behind you, Son.

All the love this life can bring, Conor...
-Dad