
Happy birthday, Boss
Happy birthday, Boss. I miss not being able to pick up the phone and talk to you today. It seems strange. You’d have been 99.
Happy birthday, Boss. I miss not being able to pick up the phone and talk to you today. It seems strange. You’d have been 99.
I’ve been crap lately about remembering birthdays. No. That’s not quite true. I remember them but then I forget to do anything about them, even
I suffer from occasional bouts of homesickness – that longing for people, places, and things that are uniquely Irish. It doesn’t happen very often though
‘Do you mind if I bring along a couple of musicians to your drinks thing this evening’, he asked? ‘They’re happy to play a few
I have a birthday coming up. It’s not a significant one. It doesn’t involve any zeros. But as the big 50 looms in the not
I had a birthday last week. Another one. They seem to come around with increasing regularity. But as I’m firmly stuck on 36, they’ve long
I had a birthday this past weekend. I’ve had so many now that it should be old hat. Just another day. An excuse to get