I have a back yard full of teenaged band nerds. Gathered around a little bonfire I built for them in the family fire pit. It’s past my bedtime and I should be asleep.. because I am an old fart and old farts need their sleep, dang it. But you never know what mischief band nerds, MARCHING BAND nerds, are going to pull.
Probably none. I should go to bed.
You know what? (I heard that.. someone said “No, what?”)
I did something right. There are times, few and far between mind you, but there are times. I bought that fire pit last September with the hope that my lovely daughter would want to have her friends over. AND SHE ASKED ME TO BUILD A FIRE AND LET HER HAVE A PARTY TONIGHT. Yeah. This dad rocks. He rocks a fire too. It’s smokin’ hot.
I probably should not tell them why there is white smoke coming from the fire. I just might be making use of the wood, white painted wood, from the picket fence I took down last year. Mir has been be(u)gging me to get rid of that wood.
Oh, and the kid that Alyssa went to a movie with last night is out there. Mayyyyyyybe I should make an appearance out there and introduce myself.
Good night. I will sleep well. The Cardinals beat the Cubs. The Blackhawks won. The Tour de France starts Saturday.
(Brag time — Nate, my newly 14 year old son, won the Golf competition at the high school golf camp today, as an incoming freshman. He is psyched. He also scored a 38 in his golf league match on Monday. The kid is hooked on golf. I’m accepting donations to help support his habit.)