Old NASCAR Driver

Well, I can't seem to sleep so I might as well write today's post. Sleep will come when it comes. I'm thinking sometime Monday afternoon.

Hey, it's my Dad's birthday today! I won't tell you how old he is but it's a score-and-some years more than myself.

DaySpring makes a lovely and often quite melodic line of Christian e-greeting cards.

You know, for sons who get too busy to remember their father's birthday and get an actual birthday card in the mail.

Ulp.

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WAYS TO TELL THAT NASCAR DRIVER IS TOO OLD

His Nomex fire suit reveals the outline of his Depends.

He leaves the track at 3:30 to make the Early Bird Special down at the Stuckey's.

The champagne in Pit Row has been replaced with Metamucil.

You've heard the story over and over again about when he first started racing, the track was UPHILL all the way around and he had to be his OWN pit crew.

The cup affixed to his dashboard holds his dentures.

"Uh, Billy, this is your crew leader. Anything wrong out there?"
"Nope. I just got the ol' cruise control set to 55."

He waits for an opening in traffic before leaving the pits.

"Hey, when did they get this fancy new pavement here at Daytona?"

[selected from Chris White's Top Five on Sports]

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WORD for YOUR WEEK: Ancient Greek mythology gave us the halkuon - a bird that nested at sea, usually about the time of the winter solstice, and was fabled to calm the waters. Over time that gave us the word "halcyon" (hal-see-ehn), which now means calm/peaceful/happy/golden/prosperous. We see and hear it most often in the phrase, "halcyon days of yore."

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