Bytes Out of the Old Apple

My youngest son is 53 years old A chip off the old block as they say I take full responsibility for this young fellow Scott is his name, silliness is his game Proud as punch of that boy 'Why grow up' has always been my motto He has certainly accepted it as his as well Like two peas in a pod we are Poor dear wife Cathie She is tested daily by us two extreme characters She deserved some kind of an award, a medal For endurance under extreme comedic conditions The word 'serious' does not exist in our vocabulary Life is one big hoot And why not... the alternative sucks Did I say I'm proud as punch of my Scottie A successful computer guru Heading up the Creative Services Department Of a large company servicing the pharmaceutical industry Did I say I'm proud as punch of this fellow I'm repeating myself aren't I He's the 'apple' of my eye Ironically, we are both Apple Computer geeks! We're both bytes out of the old Apple