"Post for Kitty"

Kitty is the love of my life. For those that don't know, she is my wife. We have been married for many moons. Speaking of which, Kitty loves to look at the stars, planets, and celestial bodies.

I have been in love with her since the first day I saw her many harvest moons ago. Spaeaking of which, we both dug Neil Young back in the day, and we have seen him in concert at least twice. Once at the Fabulous Fox and once at the Omni, which is no longer there, replaced by Phillips Arena.

Me and Kitty saw Paul Mccartney at the Omni circa 1991 and 1995, the former once chronicled in an earlier foray where we tripped the light fantastic on row 5 or 6; and the latter time was viewed from the nose bleed seats.

We have seen Paulie twice at Phillips, and each time it was marvelous. Apologies to Fernando, he of the hideaway.

But Kitty's fav recording artist is Bobby Dylan, he of the nasal sounding voice. We've seen him in concert, and once Kitty travelled to Gainesville to see him per her lonesome.

Today our younger son-grammatically correct but sounds like he's a member of the James Gang, er, Jesse James Gang. He turned 19 today. Instead of spending time with the family, he hopped in his car and headed northeast. He had a gig in South Carolina of all places with his band, he of the drums.

It wasn't like yesteryear when we had a cake, sang happy birthday, opened presents, and headed to grandma's house so he could get his card which contained a crisp dead president.

So me and Kitty celebrated in our own way, we of the advancing age syndrome. Well, me anyway. Kitty is 39 and holding. How we celebrated is our little secret. But the old Charlie Rich song comes to mind, he of the "Behind Closed Doors" recording.

So here's to the advancing empty nest syndrome, and life with my only love. My wife, Kitty.

We're not getting older; we're getting better, v.c.

P.S. Apologies to the cliche old timers like to use.

P.S.S. Happy birthday, son. And tonite's song is dedicated to Kitty