Little Bang Theory

So I sez to Ultimate Spawn, “I’m goin’ to Jaegerfest this weekend, so you’ll have to fix yer own damn breakfast!” And she says to me, “Dad, yer gonna get so. friggin. wasted!”

…And I thought, hyuh, whatever! Then I realized she must think I was going to a Jaegermeister party. Which is a hoot, on accounta I’m so Not There!

Anyway, Fred and Leah Jaeger throw this bash every July at their home in Eastern New York

and it’s perfect for jamming in the garage ’till 3am

With real hippies and everything! So I crashed about midnight, shortly after a Mysterious Bottle of Questionable Pedigree made the rounds. Rumor has it the party went on without me. Damn!

But the real reason I go to this bash is to connect with my college buddy Mark, a life-long Montrealer and as good a human being as exists (don’t tell him I said that! ) We’ve had a lifetime of shared adventures that will fill a book (some day ) and we try to keep in touch.

So anyway, The Youth outlasted us by several hours, the band played on, and I slept like a goddam log.

Next morning, I had the privilege of waking Francois from his slumbers:

so we could go climbing. Well, so they could go climbing; my shoulders weren’t cooperating. Luckily Mark was there to represent, in all his Half-Century-Old Glory:

Pull Hard, Ya Bastard! Not bad for an Old Fart.

Seriously, all joking aside, I have to say that I love that man. Not only have we shared some great adventures as younger men, but more importantly, he’s taken care to keep in touch despite the intervening miles and the family obligations. That’s not something I’m naturally inclined towards, and I can’t thank him enough for his efforts to stay connected.

Thanks, Bud. See you next sumer!