It’s Still Ron’s Birthday

TIE O’ THE DAY managed to dig up this ancient snapshot of today’s birthday boy, my bigly brother, Ron. Here, he is holding baby-me. I think carrying pudgy me around was part of Ron’s first weightlifting routine—getting him into shape for his storied football, baseball, and basketball mastery. He made a school career of being a savvy and skillful athlete. He was a guard on the only Delta High School boys’ basketball team to ever win a State Championship, in 1972. As far as I’m concerned, he’s still a champ. But now he’s a really old champ.

BTW Look! I have more hair on my noggin in this picture than I have on my head right now. (See yesterday’s post photo for comparison, if you haven’t seen my current extra-baldy look already.)

Today Is My Bro’s Birthday

That’s my brother, Ron, in the middle. He’s my oldest brother, and it’s his birthday. He is a decade older and wiser than my 57. After all these years, I still claim him. Here, he’s flanked by me (and my cork rifle), and our brother, Rob. We’re on our front lawn, back when our house was a color I call 50’s-era pink. I’m assuming the pup there is new to the family and is the reason for the photo. I don’t know how it got the name, but the dog’s name really was Dumb Dumb—which is odd, because the word “dumb” was forbidden like a swear word in our house. That contradiction always puzzled me as a wee sprite.

TIE O’ THE DAY wishes you a swell birthday, Ronald!