Stephen Espen Mottet “Schloopy John XXIII” Roche is 15 years old today.
When we were talking the other day I said, “Wow, 15 years old.” He looked at me with amusement and said, “It’s a nothing birthday, Dad. I won’t be able to drive for another year.”
Ah, to be in those interstitial years between being a kid and growing up. (I’m caught in those interstitial years between adulthood and retirement. It just goes on and on.)
Happy birthday, Steve.
