I was thinking about my brother Frank earlier so I post a photo of him from before the age of one. It was probably taken in August of 1957 around at the same time as Andy's (2-yrs) birthday and mine (3-years). Andy and I were lucky. We weren't saddled with any weird nicknames, other than simple changes to our birth names (Laura/Andrew). Poor Franklin, for the longest time he was called "Chookie." Family lore has it that Andy and I tried calling him Junior and that's how it sounded. Needless to say, at around the age of ten he revolted.
John, brother #3 who came down from Albuquerque in November to give me a break has "convinced" Frank to travel from Buffalo, NY in March for a week while I disappear. I haven't gotten confirmation out of the horse's mouth yet.
I had a major opinion piece printed in the local paper today. The editor gave me a heads up a few days ago to tell me it was running. I asked to to edit/remove one sentence because it was written and submitted before the president read my mind and gave an address (un-newsworthy as it was) to the nation. He left it in. Oh, well. I would be interested in your feedback.
Speaking of horses...
Q: Why did the pony have to gargle?
A: Because it was a little horse!