Matthew picks on me about my saggy breasts, my pencil-thin biceps, and the clothes I wear, which he claims are all various shades of gray. When we took him out to eat in Philadelphia, way back during Parent’s Weekend, he rode me into the brown oak table upon which sat my non-alcoholic beer. Well, Matt, what do you think of my new dessert?

Speaking of the good son who just returned to school, here’s our most recent IM.

And that, I think, segues nicely into these photos taken by Brian the other night at the Cambridgeside Galleria.