My oldest nephew is about to turn fourteen years old.
I remember the kind of shit I was plotting when I was fourteen and I am horrified, proactively, about all the shit this boy is going to get into.
Ahhh, memories.
So my mom and my oldest nephew came to visit me Friday. We had lunch and went and saw Up. Casey was gobsmacked when we were waiting for our food at Soul Fish and my mom
told him he could go next door to the Memphis Drum Shop and look around. He returned, beaming. He’d bought a $10 set of sticks. I have no idea if he got ripped off or not, but he was so proud of being able to go next door alone and make a transaction sans chaperone that I don’t suspect it matters much.
That’s always a pretty big moment in a life.
I think your nephew deserves a set of drums for his birthday. Oh! And I happen to have an extra set somewhere.
ps–Chris doesn’t read your blog. Can you tell?
Hahaha. If you can sneak them out of your house, I will totally take them!