When you grow up in a large family with many brothers and sisters you come to regard birthday cake as a separate food group. I'm the oldest of six children and growing up in our house we celebrated sibling birthdays in January, February, April, July, October, and December.
My brother, Adam, is today's birthday boy.
Fun fact among the Kenny Kids and Kin, my brother has no middle name.
His name is Adam, as our mother, Joan, explained in clipped and terse tones to Father Stan Lewandoski (who immediately regretted his inquiry) attempting small talk at the baptismal font in the entrance to the nave of Saint Joseph's Church in East Millstone. New Jersey, because "he was God's first, and my last."
Mom then glared at my father who, in my memory, almost always had the last word with everyone on earth but decided, wisely, I think in this instance, to hold his peace.
Adam is a person of many skills and abilities to include, perhaps most especially, a husband as well as equally important a father and also a grandfather (three times over) and is deserving of every happiness, not to mention fully-loaded slices of birthday cake, not just on this, his birthday, but every day. Happy Birthday!
-bill kenny
Showing posts with label with the hopes of many more yet to come.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label with the hopes of many more yet to come.. Show all posts
Monday, February 3, 2020
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
-
I wrote this five years ago in an effort to make sense of the unfathomable horror of the darkest day on the calendar in my lifetime. It... -
My thug name is 'Willie the Whiner,' because of my non-stop lamentations about our weather, no matter what our weather is at any giv...
-
You may not have yet started to notice, but the days are getting shorter--yes, I know, hot summer nights and all that, but since we've h...