Tonight the kids and I went out to eat at Los Bravos, the Mexican restaurant close to Little A's daycare. I have been craving Mexican food for a couple of days now. We had a good time. The place was packed-- there were a lot of families with kids. There was a mariachi band going from table to table playing songs... Little A loved that. She got out there with some other children and did a little dancing. I have to say the kids were very good. They only got restless at the very end of the evening when I was talking to some old friends who were also eating there. I also saw some of my neighbors. That place is happening on a Friday night. I hadn't seen Libba an Mary in years-- they now have two daughters- I can't believe how time flies....
Today is the 32nd anniversary of my little brother, Grayson's death. I wanted to post a photo of him, but my scanner is not working... I cannot believe it has been that long since he died. I called my Mom today, and she seemed surprised that I remembered the date. I remember it every year. January 16, 1977 was one of the defining moments of my childhood. I was 6 years old. I was very close to my little brother. I never really got over his death. I still think about him often. If he were alive he would be 34-- almost 35. That is unbelievable. He was a good boy. I still miss him. I will always remember him.
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