Considering the treasonous acts of the current crop of trustees in New Jersey, I'd say some forfeitures are past due.
Also, a very happy birthday to feral elder son Qusay, who turns 18 today. I was listening to music in the car yesterday, and Alice Cooper's "I'm Eighteen" came on. I was 18 when he released it, and many of us at the time considered it an anthem of sorts.
Naturally, I sang along, poorly, with all the inflections in the right places even though I haven't heard it in decades. It brought with it a very strong wave of emotion--nostalgia, lost youth, a precious son who has grown into a boy and a man...
The lump in my throat grows even now until I notice a sheet of notepaper on my desk, bearing the handwriting of archrival feral younger son Uday with this simple display of what kid brothers are all about:
John's To-Do List:God, I love these monkeys. Not a day goes by they don't make me laugh, even when it's at my expense, which, naturally, is probably the most fun.
Be a noob.
Anyone who wants a crack at them has to go through me first. If I didn't have them, and the promise of their lives, I don't know if I'd be doing any of this.