July 14, 2003
BASTILLE BIRTHDAYS
Today is my parents' birthday. They would be 78 and 76. Had the same birthday. As a little guy I thought all parents had the same birthday, or you were a bastard. I didn't know.
Anyway, it's a tough day for me. I thought having your birthday on Bastille Day was cool, but my dad was a French-basher from way back, and he was not impressed by the fact. I'd tell you what he said about the French but I don't want to despoil the post. Maybe a little later.
Never really knew your Pa, met him once in his twilight years. I certainly enjoy the stories. Your Ma, on the other hand, was one of the most gracious hosts I've ever had the pleasure to take advantage of. Always ready with a ham sandwich for the stoned and hungry, crushed aloe for an unholy Wilmington River sunburn, or a handy beaker of Chatham Artillery Punch for a stray boy by by the side of the road like myself. May they both rest in peace on the hill under the willow tree.
Posted by: rankin rob at July 15, 2003 2:26 PM