Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Uncle Rick pushed another year behind him on Saturday. He's got a tricked out three car garage and is up to a three-Harley-a-week habit.
Uncle Rick and The Boy
At our wedding reception, we hired Uncle Rick to serve the champagne punch so as to keep things classy and to keep the Demon Rum away from the youngsters. His method was simple. A glass for you. A glass for him. You can see how the geometric progression would work. Fifty guests. One Uncle Rick. He was diligent, too, absolutely refused to serve champagne punch to anyone shorter than four feet tall. I'm pretty sure that Aunt Linda lied about her age.
He married my sister, Mo, back when Studio 54 was the rage, so me and him go back a fair piece. It's a little unsettling when you realize how long you've known some people.
Rick's a man of few words, preferring to shut up and just get-R-done. He's a stand up guy and no man could ask for a better brother-in-Law.
Just trying to find some balance in world gone totally insane.....
Happy Birthday, Brah.