I went full whack-o super silly today. Neighbors posted that their handicapped son loved muscle cars and asked for anybody who could to join a car cruise past their house for his birthday. I put the top down on my Mustang, put on my gorilla suit (yes, I own a gorilla suit), and joined what must have been at least 30 cars with a local fire truck bringing up the rear. When I got to the birthday house I got out and thumped my chest. He loved it! My wife thinks I'm bananas (pun intended). I may grow old, but I'll never grow up.
