The great thing about a large family is there's always a birthday. These are some musings from a few years ago on a sibling's natal anniversary.
Today is the birthday of the United Nations. The local Hallmark store was fresh out of UN-Birthday cards the last time I checked though they may still have some (or lots of) Keepsake Ornaments. Why anyone thinks Star Trek, Tom and Jerry or Agent P have anything to do with a Christmas tree is totally beyond me but I'm not the one trying to sell stuff at an exorbitant markup for the holidays. Call before midnight tonight and we'll get your money faster!
Actually, if you want to drive into lower Manhattan today and double park in a fire lane, in honor of the UN's birthday I'm sure the NYPD is very understanding. Or not, especially not.
More importantly, though the Secretary-General may disagree, at least for me, is that today is my brother Kelly's birthday. Kelly, as you may recall my mentioning a few years ago was, briefly, the Pope of the Roman Catholic Church. Okay, technically he was only almost the Pope but only because, as it turned out, not all bears do $hit in the woods all the time and on that technicality, the Curia decided otherwise.
And, it turns out, two of the electors may have been monkeys and their antipathy towards my brother knows no bounds. Or is it the other way? I get confused sometimes probably because I've only seen Kelly twice since the fall of 1981 when he was sitting on the floor in my sister's kitchen in Jersey City.
But despite the time and distance, we are still very close (I tell myself). We have the same slightly jaundiced view of the world; he is a Rangers devotee and I like Chuck Norris. We think so much alike we complete one another's sentences, for instance when he says 'go fuc*' I say "yourself." Incredible, right? Do not try this at home, ladies and gentlemen, we are professional siblings.
So, later today, when you finally ransom your car back from the clutches of the NYPD impound lot (And people say the Internet isn't educational!) find a place to watch cartoons and brace yourself for Bugs Bunny who, if he did not already exist when Kelly started to watch TV, he would've had to have invented.
Happy Birthday!
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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