Happy Birthday, almost.

Today would have been my dad’s 91st birthday. My sister says I’m too sentimental so I’ll quit talking about that.

Well, honestly, I have very little else to talk about. I go to work, I try to get people to talk about this whole Clemens going back to the Yankees thing, but no one wants to talk about baseball. I went to the gym and while there were more people there than I was expecting, the good weather kept most people away. I did talk barbecue with one of the women there.

Another day, another dollar.