Yesterday, my son celebrated
his 34th birthday (I think. Hey, Nick, is that how old you are now?)
There are so many stories
to be told about him, all the adventures he’s survived. I keep thinking about
writing another memoir of my life, but Nick is the one who should write a book.
But those are his stories to share, and not mine. All I have instead are
pictures, in no particular order.
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