"We bring you offerings of excessively stylish surfboards, O Ripped One. Teach us thy ways, that we may not grow pudgy with age, but be even as you are. Amen."
And what tragedy will befall them, do you think? Maybe it already has; maybe the mommy died and that's her ghost in the doorway. Maybe when she's not calling spectrally from the darkness of the house, she's pushing up those daisies.
I'll say this, the dog looks forlorn, and the cat is freaked. Animals know when something ain't right.
My BFF Karl has has been getting old lately. To keep him going for another year, I made a calendar for his birthday in 2008. This is the cover and the first couple of pages.
Susan (Richmond, Virginia), Kurt (Columbia, Missouri) and Anna (Key West, Florida) survived childhood together. We thought we hated each other as kids, but as adults we are each others' best friends.
Our father, Leonard, died on February 10, 2008. Our mom, Patricia, died on February 11, 2010. This is our family's memoir.
(Most of these photos are pretty big. Click on any of them to enlarge.)