Yeah...baby Megan's gonna' have it awful tough. Three days on the planet and she's already decked out in the finest fleece bib money can buy.
I must say, it's a far cry from my days as an infant, when times were tough and we Nitti's did whatever we could just to get by. The steel mill had just shut down, and my old man was hitting the bottle pretty hard. My mom, God bless her, did the best with what she had.
Every Sunday morning she would sneak out before dawn, swipe the neighbor's Trentonian, pull out the Sunday comics, and wrap me up with Scotch tape and twine. And I had to make those comics last the full seven days, or a beatin' was a comin'.
Do you have any idea what it does to a guy to spend his formative years swathed in Moose Miller cartoons? And Lauren wonders why I'm always skipping work, crashing the neighbors swimming pool uninvited, and using my well-trained parrot to steal gigantic drumsticks from Chester Crabtree's barbeque. It's all I know man; it's all I know.
If I may quote from a very wise and loving bestman's toast....he once said, "and despite his best efforts, I turned out ok." You sure did baby. You sure did.
ReplyDeleteI think Erica should start her own blog- NJ has a lot to offer- we may not have the finest sking around but we do have the finest pizza-(Brothers anyone?), pork roll, and as they say- Trenton makes and the rest of the world takes..." The Gray family should start blogging life in the garden state-
ReplyDeleteanyway- it is our first visit back to the blog after Megan's birth- Not everyday you get to read what your brother really thinks about you- was the best gift we could have gotten- next to Megan herself, of course. We'll never forget it. Thanks Tony.