It's an uncle

After 8.5 months of uncertainty, last Thursday, I became an uncle (as opposed to an aunt).  James Oliver Troisi was born on March 8.  He is all of 6 lbs, 13 ounces and 19 inches.  Anne is back home after spending the weekend in the hospital and Mom is soon headed up to Hotlanta at the end of the week.

Oliver (as he will be known) was born on International Women's Day. I can only hope that he is able to parlay this into lots of dates as a college student -  I envision him throwing parties for himself and saying "hey, its international women's day, want to celebrate my birthday".... maybe its a good thing that Anne doesn't read this blog... 

Speaking of college, the day after his birth had the Gators facing UGA in the SEC tournament - the 4th time his parents' alma maters have faced each other since Anne got pregnant. The good guys are 4-0 - hope this trend continues through Ultimate season.

old timey folk blues

On Saturday night, Lisa suggested that an interesting show was playing at the Fogartyville Cafe in Bradenton, she just couldn't remember any details or why she thought it had sounded so interesting.  With that promise, we made our first visit to Bradenton's community coffee house and music venue.  We were surprised to be greeted by "do you have reservations?" (we did not) and we were told the show was SRO (we still didn't know who was playing). One of the volunteers said that they could squeeze us and called over a performer to sell us on the show. A mix of awkwardness and curiousity made us commit to see Paul Jeremiah and Roy Bookbinder, in Roy's words, "just about the best you'll ever see". Between the two of them, there are over 80 years of performing and lots of stories and the whole thing benefitted Sarasota's upstart community radio station.  While not totally my cup of tea, I had a good time and was glad to be there.