My family, particularly big on name initials. My dad, Bruce Howard Ludlum, born this day 1936. BHL. Gone seven years now. Damn.

I miss him, and think about him, invoke his name and influence most every day.

He taught me to shoot hoops; taught me how to throw a ball. He taught me how to keep trying. He taught me how to never give up.

He persevered through every adversity and continued on, until stroke cut him down. I

wish I knew more of his inner story, what gave him the strength, the spark…he didn’t talk much about himself, instead more about how to do things, what approach to take,

Maybe that was the lesson, regardless of the obstacle,

KEEP GOING, NEVER GIVE UP.

Here’s to you, BHL, I love you, Happy Birthday ~