It's Kevin's Birthday Month. He doesn't make a big deal out of his Birthday, but since it's his 60th, allow me to make a big deal out of it. I'm doing it whether he wants me to or not. Probably not.
Kevin Jon Burham was born in Des Moines, Iowa on April 25th, 1952; the second son to Arlo Durmont Burham and Cecelia Juliette Jacobson Burham. He has an older brother, Gregory Ryan (named after Gregory Peck. Kevin doesn't know what inspired his name.)
Same cheerful disposition, handsome smile and a big dimple in his cleft chin (affectionately called a "butt chin"). Kev's hair is still curly, even if it is cut short and gray these days.
I've known Kevin pretty much all my life. Our first encounter was the summer of 1966 when he and Jim Carlson, Gary Cordial, Mike Mitchell and Dan Hughes threw eggs at Christine Husby, Linda Kaudy and me on our way to the Dairy Queen. Chris, Linda and I ran home and gathered a few eggs of our own, but the boys had disappeared. Weenies.
Kevin was the new kid in town and we both were starting high school at Missoula Sentinel in the Fall. He would go on to be one of the jocks. I was a cheerleader. We didn't date or anything in high school, but we certainly participated in the mutual admiration society. He was so cute!
Happy Birthday Month, Kevvie Babe. Sorry, I have an entire month of stories.