So, years ago, on one of our numerous trips to the North Country (aka Adirondack Mtns.) my brother, Ken, myself, probably a few NY cousins and some locals were enjoying some cold beverages in the bandstand that was across the street from our grandma's house when someone approached in the dark of the night and asked, "Friend or foe?" My loving brother, who turns 44 (shit you're old!) tomorrow responds with, "Hi. I'm Ken, Bob's son." Need I say more? Happy Birthday, Bro!
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