Normally, I just write for myself.  But I realized tonight, I’m writing these for either Henry or Vivian-to-be, whichever type of offspring arrives in March.

Once March comes, they’ll learn enough about their father close-up, sure enough.

But maybe, at some future date, they’ll find these notes, maybe even find the tapes themselves, and think…

“Boy, the old man is really OLD.  Like, grew up in the 1980’s old.”

Maybe they’ll even enjoy his-or-herself-to-be.

But let’s not hope beyond reason.

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