[PM EDITION ON MONDAY, JULY 8, 2019] A confession from Larry “What calendar?” Powell: Because I was confused by a party on Sunday, I thought Monday was the 7th or maybe the 9th. Could have been 1966 for all I knew when I work Monday. After all, I spent the bulk of Sunday evening at a party honoring the birthday of my second granddaughter, Emily Grace, and she was born on July 8.
She’d expect this addled behavior of me. She knows I’m an insomniac.
So, Sunday evening the 7th I was playing rummy at Emily’s Uncle Bret’s house with Emily, some of her pals and some of the Powells, i.e., her dad Bart and my favorite daughter-in-law Erinn, oldest granddaughter (her sis) Hannah Rose, and my funspouse Martha who baked a cake — it went fast. [Yes, I’m the luckiest and youngest grandfather on the planet: The two grandgirlkids and a grandson known as “Crash” to some and “Connor” to the rest of the world. He missed the party — I think he was either working or practicing his jazz chops on the ivories or his slide trombone. Or he was on Mars. I was never clear on the story.]
So, as the sun sets on July 8, 2019, Happy Birthday, Emily Grace.
I remember when I turned 17 — like you, I was gainfully employed at the cheapest rate a company could get away with paying. I’m kidding. I was working for a newspaper; you’re working for a well-caffeinated company that is surviving in the 21st Century. I don’t know what people read with their morning coffee these days.
So, Emily, never be too shy to ask me if I know what day it is. Clearly, I may need help.
[LARRY ASIDE: See these photos. That’s Emily practicing her killer serve. And that’s Emily demonstrating creative use of a Christmas tortilla a couple of years ago. And those two mugshots show the sly smile of Emily Grace and give an accurate
indication that she’s someone who is always on the brink of delivering a wisecrack. I don’t know where she gets that. I wouldn’t want to blame her dad Bart, her step-mom Erinn or her Uncle Bret, aka Uncle Buck. Though, of course, they might be the influential parties. My funspouse Martha and I are totally innocent in this matter. I swear. Happy birthday to the kid!]
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