Old Wildcat opened his front door and walked about three blocks on a beautiful morning. Shana hopped in an elevator, rode down seven floors and zig zagged on the sidewalk around three buildings. I turned the ignition key in my car and burned about a half gallon of gas from my hood to The Gladly. We've got a long family history of ancestors sacrificing everything, struggling across continents, oceans, countries so we could come together and enjoy an easy Old Wildcat birthday lunch.
Thanks everyone.
Happy Birthday, Dad :)
It's all about the journey..
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