My Reality T.V. show.

I want my own reality show.  I want to hunt frogs with non-athletic librarians in rural neighborhoods just after dark.  When families are sitting down to dinner, only to hear the squealing sounds of horror, as Al a slightly obese amphibian-phobic balding man steps on an innocuous, non-venomous garden snake.  Now that's drama.  Tune in next week when Sally flips over the rock I said, "don't flip that rock over" revealing an infestation of yet another non-venomous, not-so-interesting pile of lets just say bugs.  Or bugs!!!!!!!!!!

good night

In Memory

My Father-in-Law, Alec passed away recently.  Today would have been his 64th birthday.  He was a delightful gregarious man.  I fear I have cheated myself, and my children the opportunity to know him better.  I take solace with knowledge he is in a better place.  He would often say, "I speak only Russian".

I will you miss you my friend.