by Pa Rock
Proud Grandpa
I am the grandparent of six fine individuals, the oldest of whom, my grandson Boone, was born in the previous millennium, twenty-seven years ago today, in the community of West Plains, Missouri, only a couple of miles from where I sit typing this morning. Other than his birth, nothing much of consequence has ever happened in this community.
Boone lives about two hundred miles from here, and I rarely get to see him - and much of that is one me because I have a car and can still see the road. He is a college graduate, always has an interesting job, and is single, something I wasn't when I was his age. Being single is a good thing, though, and Boone, I encourage you to enjoy your independence because life after thirty is a wild ride on an out-of-control toboggan! It flashes by far too quickly!
Boone, I hope you have a wonderful birthday and get to do some fun things. Your card from me will be late, it's just going out this morning. (The mule that carries the mail from West Plains has been ailing.) Enjoy your day and come see us when you get the chance.
Much love on your birthday.!
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