Our shoes are in stores for the August movie opening…

This is how NOT to get work. Load up a plastic bag with a lame flyer, fill it with rocks and lob it onto my lawn at 35 mph…

Beautiful wife, beautiful daughter. And the boy’s not bad looking either…

And my daughter is a vision. Please… Indulge me. 

25 years and 278 days after I first held my baby girl in my arms, she got married to a great guy, Daniel Labrador.

09 | 05 | 09   The symmetry is so Ashley (and me, for that fact). (NB: the date is Euro numbros, Day | Month | Year).

Holding your first born in your arms is an unbelievable experience. It has no precedence. As a father, you aren’t sure what to do. But Ashley knew. She latched onto my nose in the absence of her mother’s more capable assets…

But seeing your little girl about to walk down the aisle… With YOU! is something I simply cannot describe. And so I will show you. Let it be known I did not cry during the blessed event. Just before and after… A lot. 

Thank you Juan & Maria Labrador for holding the blessed event at your amazing Ceiba, PR home in the hills above the East Coast of Puerto Rico with a clear view of St. Thomas, VI… “We’ll be baaack!”

B&L

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Must have been the Chinese take-out…

Rot in Hell, Dr. Leo Marvin!

12 years of college down the drain!

As an art school grad, I’ve heard critics call the majority of pop art “Bologna”.  So why not transform baloney into art! Brilliant!

I give you “Bologna in G-Clef“… (Nice music reference, eh? Cross-Arts merging is the future of irrelevance.)

Today is the 89th anniversary of Prohibition.

So go knock back a few in honor of those who showed the government and temperence wonks the light…

And pass on the bath tub gin!

Over the Thanksgiving holiday, we visited my wife’s mother’s family cemetery in Oak Hill Florida to pay our respects. The coquille shell drive was littered with newspapers – the free community types… Who did the meatball delivery guy think was going to read them?

Short story… I’ll illustrate with photos which greatly suits my visitor profile’s demo.

Beautiful weekend, great to see where Matt lives and to meet his 80 pound puppy Titan.

Picture time…

Ground zero for “Par-Tay!”

Lori crafting the world’s best Guacamole!

Mother and son reunion. Go ‘Noles!

The burger passes B’s test…

Santa made an appearance. He was very popular with the ladies…

So this guy from New Jersey goes to Florida from Detroit. This is no joke… But it is funny. It’s March and he is white as snow. Somehow, beyond all odds, he stumbles onto this beautiful woman. She ignores him. He insists.

She  acquiesces.

So he marries her and has two great kids.

We’re going back to the beginning of that short story this weekend.

Who knows where the sequel will lead?

Cabin is where I stayed. Dock is where I met Lori…

Look how far I had to walk to find my soul mate! Life is SO unfair!

(Please honor the irony…)

Three is one of the most powerful numbers in the universe. It drives religious mantra: The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. It titles great movies: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. It defines the most durable form in the universe: The Triangle.

(I certify the the following passage is absolutely true
and not fabricated for dramatic blogging purposes).

At 3 am this morning I jerked awake, sitting bolt upright in bed, struck with a realization that stabbed through my brain like a cocktail fork through a succulent, plump shrimp…

Three weeks and three days from today, my true love and I will have been married for three decades! How freakin’ cool is that? A three decade marriage—and a very solid one indeed—is society’s new status symbol. It can not be purchased. In fact, the only way to get it is to work for it.

A great marriage isn’t a 50/50 proposition… It’s more like 100/100… You gotta give it all to get it all.

To celebrate, I think I’ll have three scrambled eggs, a triple Expresso and settle in to watch a Three Stooges marathon. Now go have a very 3hree day, folks!