Barkerburgh

So today, my 50th birthday (thank you, I don’t moisturize or shit, I just don’t go out in the sun a lot and I quit smoking 26 years ago…) and I’m watching CNN this morning. An item comes on about a kid in Louisiana named Justin Barker getting beaten nearly to death at some high school. There but for the grace of dog, thinks I. Then they talk to his parents. His father’s name is - get ready - David Barker.

Now I can ego-google my name and find all sorts of cool names, and a lotta not. So this really doesn’t mean anything. However, I was raised to believe in all sorts of religious hooey and supernatural/ESP/space alien crap, but while you can get the kid outa the bullshit, the kid has to work really hard to get the bullshit outa the kid.

It was just a weird jolt on my birthday to hear that man’s name in that context.

Now, with all due respect, time to party.

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