Phillip S. Henne, my beloved father, turned 72 this past Sunday.
Dad’s a big fan of the site. Just two days ago he said to me, “David I don’t understand these articles you put up.”
I love my father. We share a bond that transcends language. When dad says he’s confused about content posted on this blog, what he really means is “Why haven’t you put anything about me up on your site?”
It’s because no one would believe the Phil Henne chronicles. They’d argue that any supposed 100% true account of Phil Henne was too fantastic, too naked to believe. Yes, Bob Costas was seduced into eternal life by a deceitful wood nymph who now steals the Costas children’s consonants. I can sell that. People will buy that. But no one would believe half the shit Phil Henne’s been through.
Since it’s his birthday week, we’ll give it a shot anyway. Happy belated birthday, poppa.