What A Gyp

I'm home from Peoria safe and sound. The weekend went well and I got to meet some nice people. I was able to parlay my minor celebrity into some VIP treatment at a local restaurant. It's amazing what a little recognition can get you. The best part is when you don't even ask for it. I could get used to being treated like a big shot, but I don't think I'm in danger of that happening.

It's President's Day and "Daughter" is home from school. I remember how much fun it was to get a day off from school. Remember the unlimited possibilities? Any way, I need to keep this short, because I'm going to try to be a cool dad for once and take her out to lunch. It's a big decision. I'm letting her pick and the pressure is getting to her.

So what do you think George Washington and Abe Lincoln would say if they knew that their birthdays had been combined into one half assed holiday? I would hope they wouldn't mind, seeing as they were great men and all, but I doubt it. Guys who are that powerful have big egos, and would want to have their own day. Hell, I'm not that powerful, but if you tried to combine my birthday with one of my brothers, I'd issue a proclamation that would be heard for four score and seven. This is a lame holiday anyway. Half the people still have to work, the weather isn't good enough for a cook-out and I don't get to blow anything up. The only benefit I see is that I can save big money on sheets and towels today.

I gotta go. "Daughter " is crumbling under the weight of a lunch time decision. Happy President's Day! Later...Brian