A Birthday

The Ides of March happens to be the birthday of my most favorite New Yorker and one of my closest friends.

I got to know Kevin about five years ago, when we were doing a sales call together in Denver--trying to push a softswitch solution to a large telecom company. We arrived in Denver one whole evening early and decided to head to the nearest watering hole. A few hours and a lot of drinks later, we eventually did make it back to our hotel rooms. I think.

If memory serves, we lost that contract in Denver. But we became friends.

We have a lot in common. We are both are involved with technology. We are more than a little interested in ancient and medieval history. We are, in matters of faith, agnostics (on good days) and atheists (on bad days). We both like to go shoot off rifles and handguns on the range on weekends. We both think we know what the "E" in Alfred E. Neumann stands for.

Kevin now lives with his wonderful wife Debbie in Plano, Texas, where we used to live before we moved to this icy wasteland. He occasionally drops me these "eat-your-heart-out-you-twit-whyja-move-to-wisconsin" kinda notes from Plano informing me that the temperature there is a constant 85 degrees. Maybe I'll drag his behind to Milwaukee one of these days and introduce him to the joys of shovelling snow from the driveway.

The historically inclined might find it mildly ironic that he's Irish Catholic, and she's English-Canadian Protestant.