JIM

I am a mess. On the outside, I look like a lot of fifty-one year old guys who
are desperately trying to hold it together. I have whipped my body into decent
shape, having lost about forty pounds, and now carry 202 pounds on my 5’10” frame.
I have no hair on my head, the retreat having started about twenty years ago.
I wear a fu manchu mustache and sport a soul spot, both gray as hell.
My outstanding physical feature is a nose that is pretty red in the winter and
bright red in the summer. All in all, a real treat on the eyes.

I have been married for twenty-seven years ( I will get to that poor gal later),
have three great kids, a steady job that I fucking hate and a small house in
Allen Park that is paid for. I can be fun to be around and have a good sense
of humor. Sadly, I intersperse that with periods of melancholy, thinking about
the big picture and threatening to overturn rocks and examine life. What a prize!

I decided to chronicle my Friday night excursions with my brother Tony (he suggested
calling it "Friday’s with Tony", but I hear Mitch Albom, despite his lack of size,
can be vicious). I come from a journalism background, actually worked for a
weekly Dearborn paper in the eighties, and only quit that because I am a coward
who looks for the easy way out (redundant?).

Hopefully, these reviews will help you spend your bar money wisely and give you a
little insight into the lives of two hapless Irish louts.