so, it's not even officially winter for two more full weeks from today,
but,
it's been flippin' fuh-reeeez-in' for a full month already.
and today?
well, today is the day.
yup,
the sneak-attackin' war-declarin' kamikaze real looloo of a honolulu hotspot....
y'know?
pearl harbor day, a.k.a my dad's berfday.
ugh.
yeah.
so, had the ol' divebomber not checked out in may, exactly seven months early,
he'd have been 69 today (nice)....
that's somethin'.
but, he's gone, and we've got a whole lotta memories, and wild stories,
to keep in our hearts and our heads all day today.
i'll have myself a fire, tonight, i think,
and some pizza, too.
yeah.
i might even walk by the pink-streaky meat department in the supermarket
and horrify myself silly at all of those beloved carcasses, in his honor, later....
it's a cold, windy day,
but the sun is out, and his son is out and about,
and it's all really happening, still,
even though he's opted out of the next phase.
i've got my own kids to inspire with antics and anecdotes,
and i'm gonna phone-bomb the heck outta them all dang day;
never quiet, never soft.....
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