is always a bittersweet day for me. The Kid was born on this date 30 years ago at 2:30 in the morning. About 18 hours later, my mom and dad were killed in a flash flood in the Big Thompson Canyon. All these years I have put on a happy face for The Kid, after all it is his birthday. But when I am alone I mourn. Now that The Kid is no longer at home I attend the memorial service held in the Canyon. You can watch a flash presentation of what they are now calling a 300-year event here. Sorry, but I tend to get a bit melancholy at this time of year.