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I know this is not the most attractive part of this web page but the neighborhood bully told Joseph that he'd pound him if I didn't link to his website.

Well, now that we Jack's business taken care it's on to more pictures. Sara's Birthday. Nothing real big to report like a bike here, but I think for her that the best part of having a birthday was that she is not four anymore. No, we didn't expand the size of our family. Those are the neighbor kids. They're around a lot, and frankly, I'd take 'em

Pizza!

And cake, of course

And now for a little art by Joseph and his father.

The other day I was cleaning up Joseph’s room while he was at school and I found thisdrawing tucked in back of one of his drawer. It’s a picture he drew sometime last fall
after the two of us spent a Sunday at SeaWorld together. I found myself touched by this
drawing more than anything I have looked at in a long time. Call me unsophisticated, but
a child’s drawings can touch me deeper than of the very finest art I have ever laid eyes
upon.

It’s all pretty much there for him. Journey to Atlantis, which he was much too afraid to
ride on, but was perfectly happy standing underneath getting totally soaked, and telling
interested kids far younger than him that it was the funnest ride in the world and they
should go on it. We spent several hours there. The Arctic Polar Bear thing is there too.
That too he was a bit afraid of, but he made me walk to it several times. I suspect it was
the vendor selling churros there that kept him coming back. There is the Shamu show as
well--It must be nice to be his age and not know that they have been doing that same
show for over twenty years, right down to the stupid puns. But, best all, there I am, with
him, and we look like we are having such fun.

While I was deeply moved by this obvious expression of love, at the same time I felt the
razor-sharp cutting of guilt, because I didn’t think it was all as much fun as he did.
Orlando never affects me the way it does most people, and every time I beat feet away
from there I always swear it will be the last. There is something about the virtual worlds
of Orlando that just don’t resonate with me. For me the only virtual reality I feel like I
am is some kind of Twilight Zone designed for Karl Marx; though a T-shirt, lunch, and
cold drink can sure feel like German hyper-inflation.

The drawing was done all with a black marker, I scanned it into my computer, and added
a little color to it. I’d like to think there is something symbolic to that.