Here I am in Pennsylvania at Katie’s Revolutionary War-era farmhouse, outside of which it is a dark and stormy night, the classic East Coast winter weather that I miss since I don’t have to put up with it every day. Let me show you around. This is the Guinea Pig of Doom, whose vindictive squeaking drove Kate to break her leg. Here’s Sam. And here are two of the four much-beloved resident youth. Some wheelchair […]
Read moreDay: December 16, 2007
Oysters
Mom’s oyster bash last night was a great success. I wish I liked oysters. Though Mom’s friends, now in their eighties and nineties, are dropping like flies, some fifty of the undead made an appearance, despite imminent foul weather. Many of these people figured prominently in my childhood. Many I’m not likely to see again. That made for a bittersweet evening. When my sis and bro and ma and I get together, insults, jokes and […]
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This is my very own great-nephew. [flashvideo filename=wp-content/video/ryan-montage.flv image=wp-content/video/0712ryan.jpg /]
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