We celebrated dad's birthday by attending his favorite restaurant, Manny's. My sis had flown in special for the event, and it turns out it was a good thing as she was able to address a medical issue while in town as well.My brother picked out a fabulous wine, and we feasted on some of the finest steak you can have anywhere. My dad would have absolutely loved it.
We closed with the obligatory picture in front of the painting of their iconic bull. A nice African-American gentleman, fresh off attending the Vikings game against the Ravens (he was still clad in Baltimore colors) watched us taking the photo, and wanted to make sure that "we got the balls."
Indeed, the balls made the photo. Mom doesn't look too happy about it...
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