San Gabriel, CA. Jam session in Cousin Bill's garage. 2002
The rest of the world knows hims as Aaron. But from the time Sister Katy started calling "Aaron" what sounded more like "Uh-knee," he's been Ernie to us. It didn't hit me until I sat down to write this entry that in a few weeks—I'm not even sure of the date, only that it occurred in April—it'll be exactly 25 years since I was first introduced to Ernie at an orphanage in Hollywood. That 25 years have been fraught with lots of ups and downs—for both of us. But we're here. Alive. Feeling good about the future. And today's not bad either. At around 11 tonight I'm driving to the airport to pick up Ernie and his girlfriend Vanessa. They're staying with us for a week and we'll be celebrating Ernie's 34th birthday. If he makes it to Monday, he'll have outlived Jesus. There were times during our 25 years in one another's orbit when that would've seemed like a miracle in itself. Welcome back to Austin, Ernie!
(posted on 3.28.14)
Happy 35th birthday to this guy. Who crushed it about an hour later at our wedding. Best officiant ever.
Photo by Josh Makela
Me & Ernie. Casa Verde backyard. The day after he officiated our nuptials. Preparing to sign the wedding certificate. Austin, TX. 10.4.14
(posted on 3.31.15)