One last word before I retire for the evening.  I wanted to say how proud I am of my son, Kenny, who turned 36 while riding a rented Harley in the Southern California mountains. I love you, son.

Now, my son is a man of many, many talents. Those of you who enjoy this blog and my aimless ramblings would be well served to do the following:

Point your browser to Poetry.com then search for my son's work. His name is Kenneth P. Petronis II and he is one of the finest men on this planet. He's in the top two, along with his grandfather, the original Kenneth P. Petronis.

He also happens to be a gifted and passionate poet. If my writing is aimless, his takes dead aim.


I'm very proud of you, son. I love and respect you deeply.