Day 340:
What a brilliant day in the heart of the South, Son. Aside from today being an unseasonably cool and rainy day in the Low, we certainly did our best to make the most of it, Boy'O. A lazy morning with plenty of play time, a splash of coffee, and a down home Southern breakfast was an absolutely perfect way to start the day. And if there's anything that can be taken away from that, it's that the day only got progressively better as it went along...
Around Noon we rallied the whole house and made our way to Luther's Bar; Rare and Well Done. Luther's is a favorite spot of mine, Conor. And when I say a favorite spot, I mean in the whole country. It's a great little dive bar in downtown Beaufort that sits along the Beaufort River and on Sundays, it shows all the NFL games and boasts cheap beers accompanied by good eats. Each year we make our way down to Beaufort in November, we always make our way to Luther's on Sunday to watch the games. Today being Sunday, of course that's where we'd be. And once again, the day only got better.
Aside from the cheap beer and great food, Luther's would show our Redskins, Boy'O. And today was as crucial game as there ever was for our beloved Skins, Son. It was a game vs. their arch rival Eagles, and at a time when the birds have been more vulnerable than they've been in years... The Redskins would not disappoint! In fact, the Washington Redskins absolutely buried the Eagles in a 31 to 6 route at Washington's home field! It was beautiful, Son. And a beating that was long overdue.
As if that weren't enough we were all invited to Uncle Scotty and Aunt Dar-Dar's for an oyster roast and cook out amongst family and friends, too! As I said, Son, the day just kept getting better... So after you were passed around to Scotty, Dar-Dar, Memeow, Grandpa K9, Bear, Crystal, Dave, Barb, Gary, Bev, Sarah, and Paul, we had wonderful dinner of oysters and shrimp, bratwursts and chili, salad and cheeses, and even cookies, it was time to pull up around the fire pit for some man time...
By 'man time' I mean, all the ladies were inside the house having their own conversations, and you sat quietly on my lap outside in front of a roaring fire for almost two hours talking with the men... Real life heroes, Son. Men that sacrifice so much so that you we can enjoy even more. Men who've fought for our country selflessly because it was their job and their duty. And so we sat around a roaring fire and you and I listened to these men, these heroes, tell stories and anecdotes of days 'in country' and harrowing and deadly airplane stunts, and walking the flight line, and on and on and on... And we said nothing. YOU said nothing. You were, in fact, perfect Conor. And it was noted, Boy'O. That you sat in my lap for almost two hours watching the fire while listening to these great men tell heroic and hilarious tales, it was not lost on a single man how absolutely gracious, calm, and cool you are as an eleven month old kid. A marvelous night, Son. Truly.
And now you're resting, ready to wow those who would receive you once again, Son. As is your way. So I write this post being ever thankful and even more proud. Though I'm sure you'll do something to top it all again tomorrow.
I love you, Conor. You're simply the best, Son.
-Dad
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