I Can't Drive 55

On December 17th, I turned 55 while visiting my son, Devon, and his family in Chicago. Marissa took this shot of me with Dylan and Riley to commemorate the occasion. You've got one struggling two-year-old wrestling and elbowing his grandfather all the while his brother is blissful. I am too pooped to pop in this shot. A wonderful day.

Oak Park

This picture is from September 26, 2006, a gorgeous early autumn afternoon in Chicago. Riley was three months old that day. I was thrilled to be a father and a grandfather.

I'm Like Ike

When I was just three-years old, I recall running into the kitchen, eyes shut, screaming, "Mama, Mama! I see Ike in my head! I see Ike in my head!" My mother asked me a few questions and determined that I had indeed captured a vivid mental image of our 34th president, delivering an address from behind a presidential lectern. This was my first conscious experience of having an imagination.

Fifty-two years later, what remains of my imagination tells me now's the time for "Ike! The Musical". I hear future smash hits such as "My Name Is Ike!", "Who's Your D-day Daddy?" and "Mamie, You Surely Are My Woman", plus the side-splitting "Tricky Dick".

And talk about your perfect casting.

Sample lyric.....

Mamie, You Surely Are My Woman

Believe me Mamie!
The fact is there's a war on
You can't blame me
for acting like a moron

If the Axis should delay me,
stay the heck away from Truman.
I need to get with you Mamie
You surely are my woman.

Let Sleeping Cats Lie

I'm not a pet person, per se. However, no one informed my sister Karen's cat, Elmo, of that fact.

Blue Eyes

This shot was taken on the 24th of April, 2005, Dylan's first birthday. Devon, Dylan and I are as happy as we can be.