Last night was a kick in the jaw to 1966. Mike Tyson was born on Thursday, June 30th and I was born on Friday the first of July.
I felt my age and then some when the baddest, meanest man from 1966 lost a fight Friday night.
I watched the horrible Netflix coverage with Hazel. She knows the kid Tyson fought from YouTube. Sitting with my daughter watching the boxing match reminded me of all the fights I watched with my Oldman in the 1970’s. The golden age of boxing with Ali, Frazier, Foreman, Norton, Holmes and Spinks.
Speaking of the Oldman, today is his 89th birthday. I’m sure he got up and watched military marching bands before going to breakfast at Gossage Grill. Then ran errands and got new windshield wipers on the Dadillac. Listening to the farm report and Bob Collins on WGN, old Jack Benny shows on WNIB and then Dick Buckley’s jazz show on the car radio.
The first July 1st that I spend in heaven will probably be with my grandparents and parents. Then depending on how many of my buddies are already up there…
…get a pickup game of baseball followed with lunch at The Billygoat.
Today’s quote comes from Hemingway. My Oldman used this quote as part of his “how to raise a good man” plan.
You can judge a man by the way he finishes the job and how he handles pressure.
“Courage is grace under pressure Moose…”
The middle weekend of November. Go get new wipers on your car before winter sets in.
There isn’t a sun with a smile on the board today, but that doesn’t mean you can’t search for astonishment
