Mr. T’s parents came over the bridge from the Land of Kirk to celebrate his “30th birthday + one day” tonight. We walked down to Die Bierstube for German food. The story I like to tell and I’m stickin’ with it is that I am not a beer drinker, so I got Ubertang. Like Gatorade with a fancy energy drink thrown in; quite thirst-quenching. I was up until 3 AM. On a school night!
I learned some things I didn’t know before about Mr. T’s grandfather (sidenote: Mr. T’s grandfather was born less than an hour from where I was born in Louisiana, though he never lived there after 18). I knew about his participation in D-Day but not about the battles in Africa, Italy, waiting in England for D-Day at Omaha Beach, then later the liberation of the Buchenwald camp, before he’d made it to age 22. Yeah, he’s good people.