My eldest grandchild turns 16 this week ... and, of course, like every other 16 year old in the world, he wants to be a rock star. My daughter is giving him an '80s Music party and cookout. He likes all kinds of music but he's really into the '80s stuff. I'm planning to get on the road for Richmond, VA to celebrate. I've been informed that dressing up is a requirement and that I have to go to Walmart or Target to get a t-shirt of some '80s group. That's a project for this afternoon, thunderstorms notwithstanding. If there's a KISS shirt to be had I'm going to get that. There's a story behind that. I absolutely hated KISS - actually I didn't like most of those groups. One Halloween my kids had a friend who dressed up as Gene Simmons ... complete with make-up, clothes and God-awful shoes. He was a big tall kid to begin with and when I opened the door and saw him towering over me ... I lost it ... he scared the crap out of me. My kids laughed their asses off. Seems appropriate I should wear a KISS t-shirt. My kids will get a kick out of it. If they try to take a picture I will kill them.