Graduation Season

That’s right, folks are walking the stage all over the place. And Baba was there with a camera, training to be come the new millennium version of my Uncle Walter.
So earlier, we went to Mississippi, partied at the pen and watched my amazing niece walk the stage. She’s heading to Alabama A&M in the fall.
Unfortunately, most of my photos are of disturbing things. First, it seems my daddy has taken to wearing straw hats.
It also seems my nephew has taken to wearing bowties. I told him not to go to that damn school.
And the niece, set to conquer the world.
Here’s the other niece, who told me she was too cool to take a picture with me. So I had to pose to keep up with all her cool, ya dig?
These guys are now known the Dutch Graduates. That’s Aden with me and them.
And thank goodness, Sneaky Pete graduated. At least I think he did. He peeled out of his gear, so who knows. He waved to me and Aden in the upper deck after someone that looks like him crossed the stage, but he got out of his cap and gown like the shit was on fire.
But here was the touching moment–I was walking through the Dean Dome (the kids graduated there) and was stopped by a gentleman asking if I was Bomani. I generally fear such things, but I identified myself. He said he was Sneaky Pete’s old man and really appreciated the input Aden and I had on the kid. I must say that warmed my heart.
The later that day, Pete played us some beats he’d been working on. Sneaky Pete’s got beats, jack. Know dat.
Another strange moment–a kid at the niece’s graduation called me “sir.” Holy shit, I’m really at that age now.
And I’m gone. Work calls. I think I’ll write again before too long. Definitely look out next Monday for a package Scoop Jackson and I have worked on commemorating the 20th anniversary of Len Bias’ death.