I had to go to a visitation yesterday after the death of a good friend’s father. On the way over I realized that I have been to eight of these since my father passed away last June. Eight friends. Eight fathers. Gone. I reckon we should all get together and put a good drunk on next June 17th for Father’s Day.
I remember that after my dad turned 70, it seemed like I was taking him to a friend’s funeral every month. I guess it makes sense that my friends and I are reaching that age where we are supposed to become the older generation.
All I know is that when my friends’ kids start turning 40, I’m taking up hang-gliding on acid. What will I have to lose?