Wednesday, March 26, 2008
I'd like to introduce my friend Marv, he's the guy on the left. His actual name is Marvin Zesch , but to his friends, he's Marv. Marv is my friend Tee's Dad. I hadn't seen Marv in quite some time before this last weekend when Tee had her apartment warming.
I love Marv.
Marv is old school.
Marv is a veritable walking history book.
Marv was born and raised in Denver, but Marv spent a lot of time in Vegas in the early years. Marv knows Wayne Newton, Marv has dined with the Rat Pack, Marv thinks Joey Bishop was underrated. Marv can tell you about Vegas back before it became Disneyland, and Denver when it was still pre Oil-Boom.
And he will.
Really, he will.
Marv is a Mason. Don't ever make the mistake of asking how it is that a Jew can be a Mason. Well, unless you have a few hours and a bottle of good tequila. If you should ever find yourself in that position, don't bother mentioning that you really don't believe in God. He won't believe you.
Today is Marv's birthday. Marv is 75 years old today and still has erections that could be used as traffic bumps. Ok, I don't know if that last part is true, but when I'm 75, it would be nice if somebody wrote that about me, so Karma . . . ya know?
Happy birthday Marv. I hope there are many, many, many more.