I can’t write this on Facebook (although since I’ve got the max – 5K of friends) or in the real world. But I made it to 70! Today’s my birthday. I got a mailed gift with no return, etc. Now I employ Dain Braimage, WTIT’s chief detective to figure that fucker out. But yes. I think making it to 70 while enduring-
13 spine surgeries, 2 stints placed in my heart. Smoked cigarettes from 12 to 20. From 40 to 52. Married 3 X. Finalizing 3rd divorce. Have 4 kids. All have terrific families (all married with kids). I have 9 healthy grandchildren. (OK, only 3 kids are in my life. But they all called today and are coming to my 70th party. It’s just for my family.
BUT I MADE IT TO FUCKING 70!
I feel great about it. As I have revealed I am moving this spring far away from here. Only a few know. I’ve got to allow those involved their time, Then I’ll give the why’s and wherefores. I should share here, but I imagine it will be cleared up at my birthday party. Which was supposed to be tonight, but my son Ben’s (who is fine) has COVID-19. Ages 4 & 10 plus my full vaccinated daughter-in-law, I’m hearing the party is on the 14th. But SHHHH- It’s a secret. But what isn’t is I Made It To Fucking 70! Whoooooooooooo-hoooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Thanks for letting me indulge myself shamelessly. For those of you older, forget-about-it. It’s my birthday. Till Midnight. If any of you will still read me again, I’ll be back. Same time. Same blog. Still 70…