On a nice day, Sunday, March 21, quite early in the day, my sons Conor and Will and I headed out to Moab, Utah. And, I turned 60 years of age in Moab, Utah. Excellent place for such an event.
It all started soon after the first of the year, 2010.
"Well, dad, I can probably come out to visit after my quarter is over. Can we go to Paris?"
"Well, I'm not sure Conor. Can you think of something a little closer to home? Uh, and cheaper?"
"Sure, dad. How about Cancun?"
"Yes, well that's getting better. Still a bit pricey."
"Well, I don't know dad. Where would you like to go?"
"Uh, how about Moab?"
"You still there, Conor?"
"Oh, heh, yeah. Sure. Sorry, bad phone connection. Almost sounded like you said "Moab". Funny, huh?"
"I did say Moab. We can, umm, go hiking."
"Gee, that sounds really, uh, fun, dad."
"And we can get a motel room right in downtown and walk to breakfast and dinner each day. Beer will taste pretty good after hiking all day. Also, since it may be spring break for some colleges, we might see some females."
"That's AWESOME. Lets go!"