This is just family noise, I hope some find it of interest.

Lately I have found myself full of excessive emotion. Breaking down in tears at the wonderment of life. The Thursday before last I went with a friend to see The Wausau Community Theater production of Rent. Yes Peter, the cute 26 year old blond moving to Denver in two weeks. This past Wednesday night at an open mike I greeted her with the line "Five Hundred Twenty Five Hundred Six Hundred Minutes," a line from the song "Seasons of Love, from the Musical, the number by the way of how many minutes there are in a year. The gal stood there and sang the entire song for me. I started to cry.

Over the past 30 years I seem to have become more and more emotional every year. When I start to cry at sappy stuff like that, I find myself saying "Damn you Mom," for this is where i got the emotions from. This morning I didn't break down in tears, but shed one or two watching a piece on "NewsHour" on the economic impact of LeBron James has on the City of Cleveland. I said wow one guy can have that much impact, amazing.

Then it came to me, prior to watching that piece not only would I have not been able to tell you what team "King James" played for, but I wouldn't have been certain that he was even a basketball player. It reminded me of a dinner conversation about 40 years ago when my Mom said something like "I don't care who Amos the Looser is, finish your vegetables," referring to Emerson Boozer. The tear or two I shed over how phenomenal James is turned to uncontrollable laughter.

I guess I am my Mother's Son.