Mom. In a brown Porsche. Almost a year after my last post, and a month full of birthdays has come and gone. Our family has at least a half a dozen birthdays in August as well as a handful of friends, but two birthdays in particular are very important to me in this month, my own on the 25th (shared with Sean Connery, no less) and my mother's on the 13th. While being mother to such a wonderful son is a gift that keeps on giving, I'm never quite sure what to get Mom for her birthday. My father generally takes care of bigger gifts and picks up the tab at her birthday dinner, leaving me to look for humorous cards or other tokens of my appreciation for my mommy. When I was a young lad, I had grand visions of what I was going to get her, but lacking the means to get them, I promised them to her when I was "older." One such gift that I promised was a Porsche 928. Mom had a thing for Porsches before I came along, a 912 Targa the first to catch her eye. ...
Some charming bits that explain how I got here.