Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Katie was a couple of weeks early and I kid you not, we didn't even have THE BAG packed when it came time to careen down this godforsaken chunk of granite and make like an express train for the hospital some thirty miles distant. Some time before dawn the doctor plopped her on mama's tummy and handed me a razor sharp scalpel. That might not be precisely how it went, but you, Gentle Reader, cannot imagine how tough and fibrous an umbilical cord is.
That was a moment I'd not trade out for love not money. My own father was decidedly old school about these things, preferring to pace the waiting room, chain smoking unfiltered Pall Malls, waiting for word. Boy? Girl? TWC knew ahead of time so he passed out It's A Girl seegars. Good ones, too. Romeo y Julieta I think. OK, they aren't Padrones, but not bubble gum neither.
El Grito also began last night because it happens to be Mexican Independence Day. Yep. Don't matter the sheer number of tequila shooters you pounded last spring old friend, Cinco de Mayo just ain't Mexican Independence Day. I know, I know, you guys in Boston are scratching your heads and thinking: Sinko de what the heck?
It's also Charlie Byrd's birthday. Not Charlie (Byrd) Parker, sax guy. Charlie Byrd, jazz guitar guy.
And BB King is like a hundred years old this morning.
Katherine Mackenzie is my Renaissance Girl. Despite her father's outspoken bias, parts is parts. Ain't no disputing that.
Katie at the Painted Desert, June 2009
One of Katie's favorite songs.....
Finally, a tip of the glass to Tamale Girl, Lauren (not Bacall although it is also her birthday), & another Katie fave, the Jonas Brothers Nick Jonas, all of whom are lighting birthday candles today.