Well, my gorgeous grandson was born on Valentine's Day. Mom and baby doing very well. Thanks to the magic of the internet, I've already seen loads of pictures and even a video. I'm not sure how this is hitting me emotionally yet, except in a pleasant way. It's a very mellow, warm feeling - somehow it's right that my 24 year old daughter should be a mom, just like it was right that her mom was 24 when we had her. With a loving partner - which my daughter is lucky to have - it's just the right age. In my not-so-modest opinion, too many women elect to wait too long. It's best to be young and have lots of energy for an infant and a toddler. I'm not sure I completely understand people who say they want kids but somehow at the age of 30, or even 35, they're "not ready". From my own experience I know that one is never ready, so there's no point in waiting. But hey, that's neither here nor there. The main thing is that little Elias is doing well. Till 120!
On a different note, tonight I'm off to play a gig with my blues band, The Blues Bandits (Kevin Manaugh on slide guitar and Stefan Molnar on harmonica) It's a funny thing: I wouldn't want to perform the blues three times a week but once or twice a month is fun. I got my mojo workin'....
