To the Big Cheese’s mother.
Right now, the Big Cheese and I are having a nice Japanese dinner at Ooka in Doylestown, PA.
He’s ordered an interesting micro brew. I can’t exactly go into detail about it now, but I’m sure he’ll talk about it soon.
Well, well, well. The big man is turning another page and adding another year to his past. Happy birthday, Jon!
I grew up with him, and he’s more of a big brother to me than a cousin. We’re a tight knit family, and it helped that we used to live in the same vicinity. Now I’m on Long Island and he’s in New Jersey. Jon’s influenced me in everything; musical tastes, car preferences, video games, television shows, books, technology… I don’t know what I’d be without him.
Damn, this post wasn’t meant to be that sentimental. But it ended up being pretty emotion-filled.
Okay, it’s true, I’m not one to use social media to greet someone a happy birthday. Nor do I use Facebook to remember a person’s date of birth. I try to remember the birth dates of the important people in my life, and The Big Cheese is one of the most important.
And isn’t that great? It’s on a Friday!
Is it really your birthday? Because here’s your gift. You just lost the game.