Monthly Archives: September 2005

Child, I remember being a hero one night in southern Thailand. Your Mom and I were standing in a dense crowd on New Year's Eve. A paper mache Osama bin Lauden had just pranced past. The sky over our head … Continue reading →

These Chuck Taylor All-Stars were crocheted by your Grandma T. Every kids' first pair of kicks should be this cool.

Child, Sundays are the only day of the week into which alarm clocks may not intrude. And sleep we do, sometimes, like today, until 10:30. We were up too late last night, watching Six Feet Under. I have been told … Continue reading →