I just want to take a second and mark a moment, my friend’s birthday, Greg King.
When I moved to Baltimore, he and his husband Chuck were two of the first people I felt really welcomed me. They ensured I was settled and made sure I was well adjusted.
When I needed to install my shower shot in my new apartment, Greg was the one who was there with a Monkey Wrench and Plummers tape.
Greg has been a mentor and a father figure. He’s been a brother, someone who’s held my hair back in some of my most fab moments. He’s been there to help me understand when my hearts been broken.
So Greg, none of us is really sure exactly how old you are because your face is timeless. We’re not sure if it’s those good-old central PA generics, or all of the loads you’ve taken. All we can say is……
Happy Birthday and I love you!
