Thursday, August 10, 2017

Eye of the Beholder

An amazing discovery has been made here at the approximate astronomical center of the known universe -- time is a race horse.

An inexhaustible race horse.

An inexhaustible race horse with a bur under its saddle.

An inexhaustible race horse with a bur under his saddle and the bit in his teeth.   

Thirty-nine years ago, today, the Colonel's best friend -- the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda -- gave birth to the first Gregory man-child of the last generation...

Wait..., thirty-nine years!?!

How is that possible?  

When the Colonel hit the rack last night he was only 21.  When he woke up this morning, he's s..., he's si... he's sixt...

He's stinking old, is what he is.

And, so is Number #1 son...

Want to know the wonder of life-long love?  Check this out.  Whenever the Colonel looks at the comely and kind-hearted Miss Brenda he sees the teenage girl with whom he fell in love.

He also sees the twenty-something young lady who bore him sons -- two of 'em in less than 16 months (and brought home a daughter, a few years later, too!).  He sees the gorgeous gal in the picture accompanying this post.

Ain't hard, really.  She still looks like the picture.   

And, yet the oldest of our children is only a few years shy of being twice as old as his mother was when she gave birth to him.  

Joshua Lee Gregory announced his entry into the air-breathing domain just before evening chow time on the 10th of August in 1978.  

He's been making his presence known ever since, and the world hasn't seen the best of him yet.

Happy Birthday, Josh!   
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