For my entire life, the 11th of September has been my brother’s birthday. He’s 14 months older than me, and since we moved around so much, was often my only friend. We both grew up and away, and then the U.S. was attacked by lunatic fanatics, and now the nation remembers this day and keeps it holy. This holiness has been renewed by the ‘protest’ in Benghazi that resulted in the slaughter of 4 Americans.
It’s still my brother’s birthday – a much more significant event in my life than that attack, or even the Benghazi murders. Sixty years ago today, he was born. Five years ago yesterday he had surgery to remove a kidney with a horrid growing thing on it.
He’s still here, he’s still my brother, and I still love him. Happy Birthday, Old Retired Petty Officer! Rock ON!!!
Since this is also the anniversary of the day the Beatles first played together AS the Beatles, I give you my standard birthday song, Glenn. It ain’t Ozzy, but it makes me tap my toes…