This is a bit of a milestone for the family, I think. The elder son hits that magical four-oh number. Odd when I think on his birthday and can recall the elementary school birthdays with some clarity. I even remember him getting a Beach Boys album when he was 6 or 7. I guess as long as you keep showing up, they keep giving you birthdays, and that means cake, and who can argue with that incentive?
Still, 40 gives me a moment of pause as I also recall my mother turning 40 and what a to-do that was around the house. I don't think we think of 40 in the same terms today - 40 is the new 30 or whatever - and it's all what you make of it. And I think he's done okay for himself. Especially since he got his hair cut in 1995.
Here's to my brother, who has blazed the birthday trail for the Steans Bros. No matter how hard I try to catch up, he's always a couple years ahead of me, and watching him degenerate let's me know what's coming.
You can't ask for a better brother. Well, short of getting, like, an awesome robot who shoots lasers out of his face, but I'll take this one.
He's a hell of a guy, and, as it turns out, is not afraid to take the same picture with Amy in multiple locations.
|Really, if they don't make this a thing, I'll be disappointed.|
And here's a more recent photo of the man rocking the house back in January with his bandmates of the past 14 years, The Mono Ensemble.
|oh, Carousel Lounge, don't ever change...|
You can really see the magnificence of the beard.
Happy birthday, man. You're doing good.