(PICTURE: Brad in the greatest Halloween costume ever.)Happy 30th Birthday, Brad! Yes, that kid in these picture is thirty years old. Trust me, I've seen his ID and have known him since we were in nursery school together 27 years ago!
This blog puts me in a tough situation. I have so many funny stories I want to tell but I've got to censor myself because Brad's wedding is just 19 days away and I don't want to give away any of the speech that I'll be giving with my co-best man Jeremy.
What I will say is this though: there is something about the picture above that is very symbolic of Brad. No, not the tube socks that went out of fashion a decade earlier. No, not the caveman vest which is merely covering an equally hairy chest underneath it. No, not the leaf across his crotch which is generally a sign of purity or someone who poops outside. No, it's none of those things. What is symbolic is Brad's left knee. Take a look. Take a close look. Somebody shaved it. Who shaved it? I have no idea...although I wouldn't bet that it wasn't me (but I honestly can't remember...although I think it might have been David Levinson.). Okay, I don't really know what the symbolism of a shaved knee is but I do know that Brad is the friend who always seems to have a funny story about him whenever my group of friends get together. As I think back upon my childhood, Brad is always by my side, making everything we ever did a little more fun. Happy Birthday, Shron!
(PICTURE: Brad and me in Israel.)
(PICTURE: Brad, Mike, Jeremy and I in Vail.)
(PICTURE: Brad and me at a wedding. His is next!)
