Happy birthday to my little brother today. Here he is looking suave on the Salthill shore on Galway Bay. We had fun during his visit. He’s taking good care of my cat Kipper while I’m in Scotland (and Kipper’s taking good care of Connor).
And he keeps me up to date on the local wildlife in New York, too:
And this is the kind of work he does as a silversmith:
How the time has flown by —
A fan of mew words
Is Spurty O’Bertie
Bless his dirty shirty
And may his qwerty remain curty
I’m sure his words of thanks would be short and curt. At most.
Happy birthday to the gentleman who introduced me to the Nectar of the Gods, Lagavulin.
He’s a sharp one, that brother o’ mine.
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