Pace on Earth

Letting Time Pass

I think even more then my own birthdays Will's birthday's mark the passage of time for me. Likely because, thanks to those repeated blows to the head, the early years of my life are foggy at best. I was 12 when Will was born and every year I am amazed that he is now XX. The XX is now 21 and even writing that now is mind boggling. As time eats away at my memory going to meet him at the hospital becomes one of my earliest memeories.

Since then he grew up. He is now my big "little" brother. He has more musical talent in his pinky then I do in my entire body and sucks up knowledge like a sponge. Most of it is about how to play bass and make beer but a former rugby coach always liked to preach that the first key to getting ahead was action and the second key was direction, so he's got the first one down. His mother would be very proud of him.

His band, the Tallest Band on Earth is playing at the Cellar on Thursday night and I look forward to practicing my own theories on inertia.

Happy Birthday Will!

Pace out.

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posted by Vitamin S @ 9:58 p.m.