38

Today I turned 38 and can only shake my head and smile about how blessed I feel.  I thank the Almighty for my wonderful family and all bestowed upon me.  I am a lean, mean, fighting machine, fueled by a powerful mixture of Scottish and Viking blood.  I would challenge my younger teen-aged self to a bare-knuckled fist fight, but he would no doubt turn tail at the sight of this older man before him, a ruffian with a good-nature heart; a pie-eater with the sound knowledge that he knows nothing.  I stand comfortable in my skin, a redeemable sinner, a very happy fellow indeed.

I am feeling so felicitous in fact, that I have brashly stepped out of the shadows of my usual anonymity for a moment to strike the Sean Connery pose, a sort of  “compare and contrast” for those interested.

You never know what life will send your way.  A rabid pitbull may be ambling through the streets at this moment with my name on his foamy fangs.  It is all a mystery.  It is all unknown.  That is why it is so much flipping fun.  I will cherish it.  I will revel in it.  Happy Birthday to me.  I can truly say that on this day I feel like Bond…..

James Bond.

 -Liberty and Independence