This bud's for you........

A fairly normal Saturday morning... Friday night - forgot to turn off alarm clock – beeped at 6a this morn... Slapped that basta, “eh, I'll roll back over, anudder hour”.. three minutes later.. cell phone alarm sounding.. Drats.. give in.. up, read email, check FB...

Mickey D's.. Sudoko (Saturday is the hardest).. all but a few numbers.. crossword puzzle a complete success (with one word that looked kinda funny, but it fit - who cares).. drive back home – outta car... walking in....

And there on the bush ordered from Michigan Bulb years ago – BUDS.. Ahhhhh the wonder of nature.. another Spring has arrived.. warmer days ahead... green grass growing... children out playing... baseball.. grilling out.. old man softball soon – better start the annual search for the ballglove soon... Thanks buds.. it's a pleasure and an honor to see you every year...

And, of course, the Bud from the song “This Bud's for you”... camaraderie.. fellowship – so to speak.. letting what hair we have left down... laughs, jokes, war stories, fun tears.. My beloved Grandfather was an AVID St. Louis Cardinal fan.. this 'bud' time of year he could be found on the front porch – transister in hand – Harry Caray, Stan the Man, Bob Gibson, Kenny Boyer, et al...

So, during this 'bud' time of year, Grandpa wouldn't forget what time the game was on any given day – jualah.. the St. Louis Cardinal's Baseball Calendar up on the living room wall.. Ownership/sponsorship, Anheiser.. On the right side of the month of games – you guessed it, a page long bottle of Bud. Not at granny's. Instead, articles by Billy Graham cut-out, affixed neatly over the Bud bottle. I love bud.

Best buds. We all got 'em. We try to lift them when they're down – and we get the same treatment in return. We share our word – as we know it will go no further.. we bounce ideas, thoughts, opines offa 'em – and we listen deeply to their replies, thoughts, opinions thereof – sometimes even causing us to alter our beliefs, thoughts. Thankful – I'm thankful for my buds....

Buds come in all ages, sexes, sizes... Coworkers.. Same-agers (grew up along side the 45, 33, 8 track, cassette, CD.. and whateverinthehell that blue ray thing is nowadays).. kid's friends.. parent's friends.. frat bros.. bud's a plenty, and thankfully so.

Buds bring, emit smiles. Buds are (is that Ok to say Engish teachers?).. Buds are familiarity. Fun. Like. 'Food' for emotional salvation. The end all, be all, do all.

I, for one, am thankful for buds. The Spring ones I've gotten to see now some 57 years.. the ones in my 'treasure chest' I've thankfully been able to befriend over the years... and hey, sure, even the liquid Buds.

When you say "Bud"
You've said a lot of things nobody else can say
When you say "Bud"
You've gone as far as you can go to get the very best
When you say "Bud"
You've said the word that means you like to do it all
When you say "Bud"
You've said it all.

This bud's for you – Happy Spring, fellowship - bottoms up. Love, Victurd