Greetings kids. Been in funkified seclusion for a while. Had a rough run of things lately in the extended family, losing 3 of dad's brothers and sister since August. One in particular, my godfather, hit me pretty hard. Easily the most talented individual I've personally known. But don't just take my word for it.
https://youtu.be/ag5VZ_atfIc?si=JIyZnnKRdcPqxci1
The guy on the keys is the focus here, and apologies if you don't like big band/jazz for not warning you.
So, was telling dad I need a period of health from his generation at which point he promptly had a stroke 2 days before Thanksgiving. He had his carotid roto-rootered last Friday and is happily not suffering much beyond some slight speech issues as far as aftereffects.
Anyway, didn't intend to vomit out a pity party at you all. The intention at the start of this novel was to simply explain why I wasn't keeping tabs on the hijinks around here. Hope everyone is well or at least heading towards well.
On a more positive note, barring any snags in the process, I'll be buying Mrs. Beach a shiny newish home for Xmas. That should cover me on gifts for at least 5yrs. Same city though street and house # are super duper secret. I've learned a thing or two around here