Today is Grant Bailie's birthday. Bailie is one of my bestest buddies and I don't know what the hell I'd do without him. He is a dork because he won't smile for a picture to save his life, but what the hell can I do? Nothing. So I just smile for both of us.
To celebrate, we had lunch together at Cleveland's Tower City, which is a complex and historic old structure downtown. I'd say the same of Bailie, but I'm not sure how historic he is. He did write Cloud 8, which is a kick-ass book. Maybe when he croaks he will be historic. For now he is just Bailie.
Here is an article about when Bailie was locked up for a 30 day stint, during which he had to write a book. They eventually let him out. In the article, they call Bailie "Mr. Bailie." I wouldn't call him that to save my life. Here is another article written after he got sprung.
Despite his myriad shortcomings (which I'm sure as hell not going to list here), Bailie is one hell of a writer. Don't believe me? Read this.
That said, I don't give an eff and I yell at him all the time. I yelled at him and told him to update his blog Junk Drawer Drunk (is that a great title, or what?) so I might link it to this post. Go on over there and tell him something.
Here are a bunch of cool pix I took at Tower City. Bailie and I once sat at that table by the marble stairs and split a meatball sandwich and laughed our asses off. That rocked all hell and I loved it.
Happy birthday, Bailie. And Cleveland, I love you as always.