My most vivid and dear memories of one Aaron Retka surface in his post-hockey, pre- hipster days. This was the start of the rad haircuts, the geek-chic glasses, the ironic old man sweaters. It might sound superficial to link Aaron solely to music and fashion, but for me, a clueless suburban teenager, his cool factor tipped the scales, hard core. When Bettina came on the scene some years later, their bombastic karaoke performances – limbs akimbo, voices howling – bowled me over. And it's pretty much been idolatry ever since.
Also, Aaron's got the Best. Laugh. Ever. I see him and Meggers, tucked into a couch on any given Retka Christmas, keeling over with those fantastic staccato chuckles. Oh, I love it.
Aaron, I've got no clue what the next three decades might hold for you, but I'm not worried. You've got such a fervent curiosity and an elegant way about you. Keep cooking and drinking wine and traveling. Build your homestead, celebrate your wife, make music, love your dog.
The rest will work itself out.
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