I . . . couldn't . . . do . . . it

Baby number one was due on the Fourth of July. Fourth of July? I had only been in the States for four years and it seemed so wrong to have a baby on the Fourth of July. I was still observing St. George's Day and thinking that unexpected days off were called "Bank Holidays." So I had Al on the Third. Happy Birthday to my oldest son! He lives in Virginia and was fortunate enough to avoid the vicious storms and the power outage of the past few days.

I have written about him on his birthday in several past years, so if you really want to find out about him, you know how to find the entries. Here's one of my favorite recent photos of him, all 6' 7", dwarfing his dad and holding his son's hand. We were just leaving the National Air and Space Museum in Virginia.

We are looking forward to a visit from him and his family in August. As for me, I am getting ready to celebrate the Fourth of July.