AM NOT A PERFECT DAD; HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLAIR Blair locked in a TV cabinet That early morning, I woke up brightly shining on my face. Shining with the knowledge that some gift was coming any time, any moment. And not the Jameson gift, don’t even think of a cake gift. A precious gift was coming. I avoided having a drink the previous night with the fear that sleep would catch up with me. In the cold morning of 2 nd July 2013, a day like today I drove my old dark green Bayerische Motoren Werke commonly known as BMW to the hospital. Anyone peeping into the old dark Bayerische Motoren Werke, would think a balded gray haired man was behind the wheel. No! It was anxious skinny young man with besides him a mother, a woman and wife , then heavily pregnant and anxious to receive a new born. Expectations were high but the worries were equally high. Somewhere in the East of the city of many lights, a baby was about to be born. I knew a funny and jovial boy was about to be man. A bo...