Dear Clark:

- Do you remember, when you and I stood on this exact spot on Frenchmen street. We sorta had a moment. Chatting and complaining. You mentioned you were about to get violently ill... then rushed off to hail a taxi cab, like some New Yorker out of a movie??
Them were some 'good times'.


- Do you remember, the Halloween we fell In-Like with each other. When you described how Maddie is sorta your favorite because she embodies the perfect mixture of gross, hilarity and idon'tgiveadang-ness?
Them were some 'good times'.

- Do you remember, the wedding of the century
(Holla Back Bride) when you and Coach, stayed up too late, discussing in-depth the under appreciated awesomeness of Twizzlers?
Them were some 'good times'.

- Do you remember, weeks ago in the Barbershop, you explained in detail, your extreme annoyance with the Pu$$afication of our nation's youth?
Them were some 'good times'.

- Do you remember, your Out of This World Opening Day parties, when Coach mistakenly told his wife to "Maintain HERself"??
Um. Those were a little less than some 'good times'.

- Do you remember, when you declared every 4th of July, we should run (walk/slow jog) 5 miles in the sweltering heat... for no good reason?!!
Again. Less 'good times'...
I digress... I am getting a little off track.

- Do you remember, when you fell In-Luv with your beautiful and amazing wife... and you promised to love, honor and cherish her... for the rest of your life. And then... You actually have gone and done just that.
Then you gushed your love for Doc like a nervous teenager, to Gramma a year ago. Sealing your fate as Gramma's Number 1 Kiss-Up In-Law for life??
Them.. REALLY are some 'good times'.



I just like you. Your eccentricities and all.
Me and you are cut from the same bread.
Happy Birthday, Big Guy.
Looking forward to many more 'Good Times'.