Happy Birthday Grabs.

Grabs,

Unfortunately most of my stories are self incriminating; however I will start by going back to the day I met Mike at Michelin.   Mike left the Giants/Ravens Super bowl party (free beer) that Michelin put together for the new trainees, Mike head back to his room.  That’s Mike in a nut shell, always putting on the good show.  Give off the image he’s a non drinker.  It wasn't until later I realized he was full of ^*$#%).

Fast forward three years and sitting in the airport in San Antonio; I see a homeless person walking through the terminal.  This person turns out to be Mike returning back from the bars, not quite enough time to change cloths forget trying to get some sleep at the hotel.  Didn’t your boss question you about your travel attire?  Yes, that is Mike the non-drinker.  Should we even get into the time Jana had to pick you up from the bar in Maple Grove? 

In all fairness to Mike he had no leadership at home in Minneapolis.  I believe it was Jana that came to pick you up at my house and if I’m not mistaken, the two of you needed to spend the night in our guest bedroom.

Mike I miss our many trips to Fargo.  Planning at breakfast (with a hangover) what time we would get back to Buffalo Wild Wings to catch the start of the evening NHL playoff games, because that is what we needed, more beer.  No need to mention the many stories at the Spirits lounge watching Kenny get shut down by Heidi.  One question, how did two non-smokers put away a pack and a half of cigarettes in four hours?  Don’t answer that.  Miss having the opportunity to have beer with you from time to time.

Happy Birthday Grabs, I wish you and your family the best.

Eric Robertson