My third kid, The Beast, turned thirteen years old yesterday. He's thirteen, I'm forty-three. We are at exactly the same age difference as my father and I. Today, at forty-three years of age; I got a huge, massive, enormous, giant, zit on my nose. HYAOOOOOOOOOOOOGE ASS PIMPLE. Did I mention that I'm not the thirteen-year old? I never remember my father having pimples when I was thirteen. Hell, I didn't have pimples when I was thirteen. goddam.
I spent the last couple of weeks of free time cleaning and rebuilding a set of weber carburetors for my TR6. I finally get the damn things synced up and just about dialed in, and the temperature drops down to mid-freaking cold.
I'm in Columbia, SC. Where I'd move if I didn't have maddmom or kids to worry about, and the airport here is wonderful. I suppose I'm one of a very few people who travel through this airport who like it, because this is the Ft Jackson airport, so it's full of kids on their way to Basic or AIT. Last night, my plane was delayed, by about one and a half hours. There were two squads of bucks on my plane and almost all of them had been, well, over served in ATL.