Another good day to be alive

Twin son of a different mother

Good morning to all. I spent the afternoon with my son, Keegan. He is healthy and alive (something I might have bet against many times). He is teaching Bikram Yoga, what a stud! He is also going to school for mechanical engineering, what a geek! To anybody that knows him from early years, I guess you are as surprised as I am. The smile you see is a relatively new thing for Kee. Looking at it right now brings a tear to my eye. But, I digress.
I also tried to go onboard NAS North Island, in Coronado. The rules for Motorcycle riders were too rigid, and I couldn't get in. I wanted to take a picture of the H-3 Helicopter that I crashed into the Pacific in. It was stricken (removed from flight) and put on a display stand. Oh, well. Disappointment ruled that morning as I also found my favorite Mexican restaurant in the world has closed. Jalisco Cafe RIP.
Finally, I had dinner with some friends of Kim and I that I was almost ready to give up to the divorce. That would have been a terrible mistake. I had a wonderful evening and a mediocre dinner, but the time I spent was so rewarding and refreshing. I must remember that what I did to myself over these last few years is not who I am, or who I want to be. Thanx for the wake up, Charles. I will not forget our words.
I close for now with these thoughts; Those damned hippies from the sixties were right, wealth cannot be measured in dollars. It is measured by love...REDSENDS...