Off to weekend hang with my father, William A Marenco and my brother, Bill Marenco to celebrate dad's 91st birthday. He insisted on no fanfare, no special dinner, no gifts, no parties. Still, I'm bringing him a few tomato plants and tomatoes, like it or not.
Both my dad and bro were firemen, now retired. Both seem to like commenting on the condition of my roof (which is in bad shape). Common topics of conversation are tomato growing and baseball. Neither of them really understand my involvement in the music business and at this point, there's no use explaining. :)
When we get together, it's a barrage of wise cracks, sarcasm, finger pointing and reversion to childhood antics. Apparently, retirement doesn't make adults of anyone.
Happy birthday, dad. One day you might figure out that I'm writing about you to 35,000 people. :)