July 14, 2005
LEST I FORGET...
It was my parents' birthday today. The Senator would have been 80, my mother 78. Good thing they had me in their 50's.
It is not only a twisted thing to have your parents borned on Bastille Day, it is a twisted thing for them to have the same birthday anyhow.
Of course, when I was about six I thought all kids' parents had the same birthday. Otherwise you were like an illegitimate bastard, or something. And, of course, that made all my playmates illegitimate bastards, as I would explain to them, and a point I was eventually disinclined of after several healthy assbeatings. Usually by the mothers, who thought I may have some inside knowledge of their dalliance with the Starland Dairy milkman.
My grandparents had their milk delivered in Morningside by Annette's Dairy by horse! How cool is that?
I resented the hell out of the Starland's boring van driver plying his trade on my street in his internal combustion contraption, but for infintitely different reasons than the men in the neighborhood. That shithead had a guardian angel.
Oh. And for the record. I look just like my daddy.
Wait a minute...I'm confused...your dad looks like the Starland Dairy milkman, too? Damn. That's just fucked up.
Posted by: zonker at July 15, 2005 12:08 AMI laid that out there, Zonk. You bit. Well done.
Posted by: Velociman at July 15, 2005 12:22 AMwhen I was a child, the horse came by our house, twice a week.
Posted by: Catfish at July 15, 2005 11:30 AMDo I even have to say it?
Posted by: zonker at July 15, 2005 5:20 PMGood one, Zonker! My grandmother's family had self-service milk. Her father the dairyman would just bring a cow up to the back door and let her mother grab a teat and draw her own milk. This worked pretty well until my great-grandpa, while severely hung-over one morning, brought over the bull by mistake.
Posted by: Dash at July 16, 2005 10:20 AM