I find humor One son is definitely related to boog. Hendrix for breakfast Hey baby new rising sun
I bounced my guys around 04:15 we was gonna hit it today. Fishing the trip is on hold because young mister has sore throat and ear ache. I hugged him and told him go back to bed will hit walk in docs 0800 he says dad I’m awake.
As we stand in the hallway his brother walks out of his room chocolate lab in tow and he says dad , do I smell pancakes. I replied seriously you are like your brother the boog a foodie. I look down as we have this conversation in the hallway and boog is cleaning his bum getting ready for chow. And I watch both guys head to bathroom scratching crotches and bum’s in boxer shorts I just smile.
And as I sit here after breakfast our one son picked up a Greco strat, that I bought maybe 33 years ago off another soldier. And is jamming new rising sun , I love that song two of my favorites by Hendrix cover of Dylan like a rolling stone, and hey baby to me new rising sun is just velvet cloth very soft warm the guitar work perhaps the color of purple I feel when I play it. It now is a ninth grade guitar assignment as the teacher wants students to play a song that they enjoy. I remember my brother and I perhaps twelve maybe thirteen figuring out hey baby in our bedroom ,I am smiling this morning.