Some thoughts for a Thursday in June.

Today is Charlie's last day of school. Next year she'll be in Grade 8.
Grade 8?
How the hell did that happen!
If she's in Grade 8 then I must be nearly 60.
She's got her whole life ahead of her and I've got liver spots, enlarged prostrate and dementia.

I see Bobby Vinton is coming to the Fallsview Casino. Super.
That would definitely be a social demarcation line for me.
You know those things that pop up that basically let you know immediately if your going to like someone or not.
At a function if someone says, "Hey we just got tickets for Bobby Vinton at the Fallsview!"
Wouldn't that would pretty much be it?
Wouldn't you be all, "Really well I've got to go uh, uh I've got to go talk to the guy that's dressed like Scotty from StarTrek."

Entertainment bits that sound dirty but ain't.
Harry Potter, the new Cirque du Soleil show "Kooza!" (If you don't know why Kooza sounds dirty go ask any guy.) and of course the all time champion Herbie Hancock.
How much grief did Herbie get from his buds when he was 10-15.
"Hey Herbie, what's in your hand? Cock!"