Rode my motorcycle to my friends surprise birthday party, which wasn't a surprise at all. After eating some good Fresh Air BBQ and homemade stew by the birthday boy, (he wanted to make his own stew, so that tells he wasn't surprised), they set up their amps and guitars and sang and played. Of course I sang too. Of course I screwed up the song cause I never know the words. It was a very nice gathering. His daughters were there with their kids and I told Darren, he's friends with them too, that that is wonderful memories for a child to have of their grandparent. To have the memories of being able to sit there and listen to their grandfather play the guitar and sing. That is something they will be able to tell their own children one day. Unfortunately my children and grandchildren won't have memories of my father. Except for what I can tell them. I have great memories of my father.
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