Apparently, I look like a monkey and I smell like one too.
As a present to me, I signed up for membership in the Greenock Morton Supporters Trust, a part owner of the team from Dad's hometown. The Trust has a 
spot on the Board of Directors, supports community activities and allows you a role in the only sports team I know of named after a 1860s row of houses, Morton Terrace, where the original players came from as a local team.
The take so far includes two pairs of woolie socks from 
Newfoundland as well as two pairs of umbro soccer socks, maroon and green (as illustrated), for Hibs and Hearts, I guess, as well as a real mortar and pestle. Fab.
Comments
portland - April 18, 2004 11:51 AM
happy happy pal. i'm glad i know you. my life is richer for it and thanks for everything.
did i just say that?
Alan - April 18, 2004 12:03 PM
Bongos for Portland!
Douglas - April 18, 2004 12:41 PM
HB, bro. I replaced the broken part on your table hockey hockey table. And I added the Hartford Whalers.
Brother Iain - April 18, 2004 1:49 PM
Have some smelly rubber boot cake.
Alan - April 18, 2004 2:23 PM
Warm.
Ben - April 18, 2004 4:40 PM
Happy birthday old man.
Donna - April 18, 2004 4:51 PM
Does this mean you'll have to change your URL to GenX at 41? ;) Happy birthday, fellow displaced-Maritime blogger and King's alum!
Alan - April 18, 2004 5:22 PM
No, Donna. I am in denial from this point on due, if for nothing else, the pure bitchin'-osity of my URL. By the way, I recollected that my then 3 year old wished brother Iain a smelly rubber boot cake for his last birthday if some of you wanted some context on that point. I sure hope the Coleco refit referred to by brother Doug was with vintage parts and not some of that fly-by-night Baltic States after-market table hockey parts crap we've all been reading so much about (in these troubled times).
Douglas - April 18, 2004 5:33 PM
Coleco, Kolekov, what's the difference?
Alan - April 18, 2004 5:40 PM
Just as long as it has not been fitted with a Soviet Red Army coach button that makes all the players slouch yet play like automons when it is pressed.
portland - April 18, 2004 6:04 PM
long way from a conga to a bongo pal. or the other way round.
Alan - April 18, 2004 6:16 PM
Hey - I was out pricing today. Ask E. Really. I know very little about such things but I am sure you are a bongo man.
portland - April 18, 2004 6:31 PM
bongos are the deal your parents buy you for your tenth. or fonzie plays them. i'll have no truck with bongos.
Alan - April 18, 2004 6:34 PM
You better locate the nearest <i>New England Discount Congas</i> outlet to Cape Cod for a shopping expedition.
Arthur - April 18, 2004 6:37 PM
So instead of (Gen X at 40) we now have ((Gen X at 40)++)?
Happy birthday.
Alan - April 18, 2004 6:44 PM
I think the formula is "Gen X at (40 + x) = Gen X at 40". Keep in mind I was awful at math.
portland - April 18, 2004 7:57 PM
of course i know where that is.
marcia - April 18, 2004 10:39 PM
hope you had a happy day old man! and a smelly rubber boot cake too.
Cyn - April 19, 2004 10:43 AM
And I shall be 42...
Cyn - April 19, 2004 10:44 AM
...next month.
Alan - April 19, 2004 10:45 AM
Were you a 1980 grad or 1981?
Cyn - April 19, 2004 1:27 PM
1980 - Moncton High School
SayNay? - April 20, 2004 6:27 PM
Sorry I missed your birthday, Al, so: Happy (belated) Birthday - in the same spirit as Moriarity might have wished Holmes. I thought I might send you some new spikes, but your old ones seem to do the job just fine (ouch - you know that did leave a mark!)
Alan - April 20, 2004 6:35 PM
Surely they've dulled through use.
Jean - April 20, 2004 9:30 PM
41...you're still a young un! Happy Birthday from Brother Dave and his Mrs. By the way, the snow is finally melting away from the hills of New Glasgow.
Alan - April 20, 2004 9:36 PM
Oh - so its an early spring!
Jean - April 21, 2004 8:15 PM
I am hoping that I have heard " late snow is poor man's fertilizer" for the last time. There can't be a farmer who could possibly be so poor that he would benefit from snow in late April.Well, at least none out New Glasgow way...