Since 1977 I have travelled all over the world.
From business class to rickety wooden trawler.
In 1981 I picked up this little cute fuzz-ball in San Francisco:
I immediately named him Kenny.
For the next 14 years he sat in the top pocket of my old M-65 jacket while I drove or flew to hundreds of mine sites all over Australia until around '95 my 'ex "accidentally" threw the jacket out.
Since then he has sat on the dashboard of multiple cars across the UK, Europe, US, Australia and a road-trip from Toronto to Vancouver alongside my other adorable travelling companion and now betrothed.
Both Kenny and Ben were with me when I stood on the podium at Zeppelin field in Nuremberg.
It's Kenny's birthday today.
Happy birthday Kenny.