There is, in the folklore of my family, the story of an ancestral cousin who, in the 1700s, followed his spirit of wanderlust, went to sea and was never heard of again.  It happens.  Especially in a family whose genealogy boasts a seeming disproportionate share of pirates, horse thieves and gypsies.

But this discussion could well divert me from my intended purpose.  June 10 was my son, Vladimir’s birthday.  I love Vladimir.  He has been blessed with a great soul, a good heart – and sometimes a soft head.  And he is one of the joys of my life.  And I wanted to take this opportunity to wish him a happy birthday.  So Happy Birthday Vladimir!!!

Now the connection between these two public and random thoughts is this: Vladimir, my pride and joy – like a seagoing sailor, a wandering gypsy, and an occasional vice-president of the United States – has vanished without a trace.  As a matter of fact, this blog entry is kind of an ALL POINTS BULLETIN for America to keep be on the look-out for him.  Last seen in Atlanta, Georgia (and according to the best information available, still there) Vladimir is a good looking young fellow, 25 years of age, about ‘this high’ and weighing about ‘so much.’ He smiles contagiously, laughs frequently, speaks with an endearing Russian accent, and will, if pressed, answer to the name ‘Vova.’  He is also the brother of hip-hop violinist, Lindsey Stirling.

If seen, members of the public are advised to give him a big hug, (after all, it is his birthday) and then tell him to borrow a cell phone and CALL HIS FATHER!  (His Mom would also be pleased to hear from him.  His sisters might register some mild interest as well.)

Anyone with information regarding Vladimir’s whereabouts – or who possibly find his baseball cap washed up on shore, please notify Stephen J. Stirling.  (Unlike my Russian son, I’m easy to find.)

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