The "Old Block" Tells All.

  Really? That is what the happiest man in the world looks like? Where is his big juicy ear-to-ear smile, baring all of his teeth? Where is that gut-busting laugh that sounds like Santa Claus on crack? What happened to the bright eyes, bushy tail, and sky-high eyebrows from all of the unbridled elation that spews forth from his uncontrollable giggles? Can you honestly see any joy whatsoever in this man’s visage? Wouldn’t you like to be this happy?   Clearly, happiness is subjective. It is not a one-size-fits-all state of being. And it is not a constant state of existence. If it were, the entire population of the planet Earth would be wearing fashionable, designer straitjackets! One can take only so much happiness before the tears of joy become the wailing of lunacy!   The brain and nervous system produce painkillers called endorphins, which promote euphoria in the average human being, (not crack heads though, they burn theirs all up)! This chemical reaction is what humans have come to

  What a stupid title! It is not a question, (although it does start with “why”). It is not a misspelled word, (although it should be “son”). However, there is no question that I love him, and have loved him since the day he was born. (And probably nine months before that too!) My son is the sun to me! He is my morning and my sunset, because he is the Chip that came from this Old Block, in more than just words. I never use the word “proud” when I speak or even think of my children, (as you know, “ Pride Goeth Before the Fall ”)! I simply say they make me happy! Anyone who knows the Old Block, remembers that he would not even date a girl unless she had babies already, because all my life I wanted to be called “Dad”! (I never had one, you know. At least not one that I met; only my BFAMs Dennis and Lewis had that privilege. Cliffy and I are still “in search of”.) So, I only brag about the pure joy they bring me, simply by being on the planet. There is nothing they ever have to do to earn