Susan, Patti, Diane, Flo. Matthew, Charlie (aka PG), and Charlie’s mom, Mary. Diane and her cousin, Billy, at Patti’s wedding to Paul. Mark, Ginger (pregnant) and Michael (not pregnant).
Dear Diane, You know how Matt cracks the door every night when he comes home, sticks his head into our bedroom and says, “Goodnight.†And some mushy stuff better left off the blog. And how you always engage him in conversation no matter how tired you are or how late it is? I know, I’m […]
I know I’ve posted one like this before, but I can’t help it. Let’s see, that’s pesky godson, Matt and … Diane or PG will have to fill in the rest. From the same series. Ruth Lewis, Dan and Linda
Last Tuesday, Dominic sent an email to me asking if I was up for racquetball Wed or Thurs night. I almost responded with a “Yes” when I recalled that Patrick had asked to play on Thurs. And it wouldn’t be a 3-way game, because KT was busy with a Dutch class that afternoon. So with […]
You just never know what might appear on the blog after you leave home. (click) Aunt Rose, Susan, Diane and Uncle Sam at Patti’s first wedding. (click) Diane in Belize. (click) Peter in rakkity’s cabin in NH. Circa a long time ago. (click) pesky godson, Matt, Ginger and her daughter, Molly.
Diane setting up camp on Moose River trip in Maine. I found these photos while sorting through some old papers. A short mix of camping and baby pics. Look closely and you’ll see pesky godson as a nearly newborn.
Diane’s tarmacked plane in St Cloud Dear Diane, I forgot to tell you about my hot pocket. I guess you could think of it as a gift back to Joe – unintentional, but so are the laughs he provides us. You remember when he and Matt were worried about my listless fish and Joe thought […]
Jeffrey eased me out of his house at 5 AM with orange slices, a scrambled egg sandwich wrapped in tin foil and his traveling mug full of hot black coffee. I stopped five times for gas, twice to nap, and once in Worthington, Ohio, for more dry ice to keep my stash of ice cream […]
(click) In a recent comment, Diane noted that Halo was the last friend Patti made. That, and the Olympics, got me thinking about the first friend Patti made. His name was Billy Conway. He and Patti were best friends from age three until fourth or fifth grade, when it became uncool to have a best […]
It was July 1975, and the three of us, Joe, Chuck, and Ed (your 6-lived reporter), were bound for Scott Lake, a high alpine tarn just west of Gannett Peak, the highest mountain in Wyoming. We had no intent of attempting Gannett–this was just an exploratory trip to see the high glaciated basins and alpine […]
If your name happens to be Diane or Susan, or if you already believe I’m an idiot and are simply waiting for another opportunity to call me one, please do not read this. If, however, you like everyday occurrences enlivened by this undertaker, read on. My guess is that that leaves rakkity. From early afternoon […]