Last weekend I went to a soccer game to watch Chelsea, the daughter of My Beautiful Friend, Lisa. The bruise has finally gone away, thanks for asking. This Friday night i’m sitting in front of the computer supporting ‘Cita’s son, DJ Jumbo 65.

For those of us that knew him before he got all big, we just call him…Kyle.

He moved into the house next door when he was four years old. Since he was that young he would take things apart and put them back together. It was almost creepy.
If you asked him what he was doing he would say, “Making it better.”

One summer ‘Cita and I were sitting in her garage planning some trouble we should get into when Dan came over and asked us if we knew where one of his power tools had slipped off to.
There was Kyle, all of 6 years old, strapping this thing on to his wagon. After that we had to make sure we remembered to shut the garage door so he wouldn’t come over and ‘borrow’ our stuff.

I can’t remember how old he was when he told of us a plan he was working on for a car that — oh, I better not tell you. He’s still working on it. It’s pretty impressive and someday I will be able to say, “Kyle invented that.”

In 3rd grade when most kids are doing “How To Make A PB&J”, this child is writing a paper on how to install a sound card on your PC.
Kyle has always impressed me with the stuff he invents or does. I have said more than once, “You are the coolest kid I have ever met.”
For my 30th birthday I went to ‘Cita’s house for my party and he had set up the whole house with music that he ran off his laptop. He installed the disco ball and had us all in there dancing. He was 9 years old.
There has been something he has been working on for as long as I have known him. You know that movie, “Pump Up The Volume”? That is Kyle. He’s a DJ. He use to ask me a million questions about my time on the radio and ‘theoreticaly’ how could he pirate a radio station. Me being an upstanding citizen never gave him that information, but might have pointed him some directions. I’m not saying I did though. Stop with the hate mail.

At 13 he finally did it. Legally. (Proof alone that he’s not MY kid)

So this wild and crazy Friday night I am sitting here listening to Jumbo 65. I’m his only listener right now so all of my requests and shoutouts are going through pretty quickly.
The really strange thing is…I’m having a blast!