Summer Spud

The three grand neices and nephews are here. It is early, early. I was out on my lawn (ok, whatever that is) in my pajmas photographing this masterpiece when the five year old sees me, comes out and yells, “Pappy, … Read the rest

First Flight

I have his hair. I eat crackers the same way, too. My three fingers down, holding the end of the cracker steady with thumb and index finger. And, I love technology and am good in a crisis. You are about … Read the rest