So 5 years ago today, I got the call VERY early in the am -- D1 and Joey were on the way to Holtz Children's Hospital. We were going to, Big Man Willing, become grandparents.
We arrived, along with Joey's parents, and mercifully the wait wasn't too long. The Holtz Chief Medical Officer, a/k/a Tio Barry, scared all the staff and young doctors with his presence -- this was NOT the birth to mess up. Ha. And soon we met D1 in recovery, holding our beautiful and not undersized grandson!
Like her Mom, D1 had him by Section, and, like her Mom, the recovery was tough. But we all decided the painful recovery from the baby-ectomy was more than worth it -- now we have a VERY smart, very mischievous (the Latins call him picaro), very adorable (his Mom's eyes and nose) boy. He's gone from Baby Man to Little Man -- his brother is now Baby Man, even though he's nearly 2.5.
D1 and Joey are in Naples, enjoying a great hotel rate courtesy of Joey's brother Bob, whose new soccer team gets him sick rates, to use the Millennium word. We celebrated his birthday Friday, and D1 left him a big HBD poster. Today, Joey's Mom, who he calls Tita, is taking him to Publix with Wifey, who he calls Ippi.
Hillary Clinton oft quoted the African proverb that it takes a village to raise a child. My grandsons have medium sized cities...
Meanwhile, I saw another classic Miami small world story. A guilty verdict came in today in SF -- a tech rich guy named Bob Lee was knifed to death last year by the angry brother of his ex girlfriend. Turns out Wifey's BFF friend's daughter was close friends with the guy -- he was living in Miami at the time of his murder and had gone back to SF for a meeting. Wifey told me Lauren testified in the trial for the prosecution -- the defense said that when Bob did drugs, he got violent, and the Persian bro was merely defending himself. As Wifey relays it, Lauren testified that when Bob did drugs, he did NOT get violent.
So I decided to read about the case, and learned that Sa'am Zangeneh, my former office roommate, was lead counsel! Sa'am become high profile since he left the office suite -- handled some hip hop artist's cases, and, I'm guessing, got involved via his Persian background, which he shared with the killer.
Classic. A tech billionaire's murder trial a country away had a family friend being crossed examined by a guy I know pretty well. How about that?!
Anyway, I guess Sa'am won a small victory -- Second degree murder versus first. Either way, his client is going to San Quentin or Folsum for a good, long while...
My job as a member of Little Man's City is tomorrow. I'm fetching him at school and taking him to his Lego class. I'll kill an hour and then take him home -- D1 and Joey will likely be arriving.
After that, I'm meeting the aforementioned CMO for dinner. I wanted to try Sunny's Steakhouse, a new place in Little River profiled recently in the snooty Times, partly since D2 and Jonathan rave about it, and partly since I HAVE to go anywhere with a name shared with my late Mom.
I went on the APP -- only openings were too early (5 PM) or too late (9 PM). So we were going to my favorite local place, Pinch Kitchen, but then D2 flew to the rescue -- she was on some list that allowed reservations in a way not open to schleppers like Barry and me. And so we're in -- at 7 pm -- plenty of time for Barry to make it from work.
After dinner, I head North to the Shores, to fetch Betsy, for a weekend of dog sitting. She loves her time here -- chasing peafowl off the driveway, which Wifey and I heavily endorse.
Ah -- invasives. We also have huge iguanas, and I realized one or more had dug a HUGE hole at the base of my stone bridge across the pond. I filled it with coral rock boulders, and bought 2 60 lb bags of concrete -- to seal them off. SOBs!
But the big news is looking back half a decade. We adore and love Little Man, and ask The Big Man to keep him healthy and happy. Man, I love to dream about what his life will be...
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