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Good to hear that you’ll be trolling about here more oftne for the foreseeable future. Hopefully, you’ll get to come to my neck of the woods when “Wait Wait” comes to Schenectady, NY’s venerable Proctors Theatre a week from this coming Thursday.

A swimming pool? Here? I hope it’s one of those that has the steps and the sturdy banister because I’m too old for those ladders.

And I know it takes no time at all to upload baby pictures

Spam?

Sorry, didn’t mean that twice.

dee, you’re not too old for those ladders… Really!

However, Adam, if you’re putting in a pool, now would be the perfect time to consider a hot tub, which really is more attractive to us boomers.

Spa-shma! I want a thirty foot water slide and a wave-making machine.

Everybody in the hot tub except the penguins! Fook yoo, penguins!

Cotton Mather and the Pope together in a hot tub. I bet more than one seminarian has had that dream before…

Funny how you can mention “spam” fourteen freakin’ times in a single comment and yet it gets through; but try to post one lousy link, and …

I just did, but not until Aunt Sam raised the question… There are exactly 14.

Spam, a lot

(I posted this on the announcement post last night, only to realize that the kid is already a month old! So, I’ll post my embarassingly belated message on a slightly more recent thread. Oh, and WHY was I the only one to think of Q from STNG??)
K

Cripes! Have I been gone THAT long? I swear one of the last posts I read was announcing the gestation, and he’s already hatched?!

Congrats and Mazel Tov! He is a beautiful, beautiful boy, and mom looked radiant (as all new moms should look!).

May you be blessed with a child that sleeps through the night for the first time prior to 27 months of age. (And people wonder why Michael is an only child)

Cheers!

Katie, in Minnesota no longer but across the river in Wisconsin

Vas? Katie ist nun jetzt a cheese head? Oy vez mear!!

Seattle D, thanks for the update. We miss youse guys over by here, as we say, um, over by here.

Give Ann our best wishes and condolences.

No heavy lifting Dave? Does that mean, that unless you’ve gone paper-free, the heavy lifting is reserved for your assistants? Boxes and boxes of paper…..Ughh. Otherwise I’m sure your helpmates are extremely grateful for electronic exhibits and files…and scanning…and organizing…and categorizing…ughh.;-)

I’m sending my warmest thoughts to you and will keep you in my heart this week.

Ann, deepest condolences and warmest thoughts.

Ann, my dad, who passed in 1994, was born in 1921; same generation, basically. He was a bit of a math wonk, too; once when he built a deck round the side of our house, he got out his old college trig book to figure out how to cut the boards for the walkway at just the right angle so the walkway would wrap around the house perfectly … Geez, I still miss the old coot.

I never was half the carpenter he was; nor did I ever know half the math. (There’s that damn law school thing again.)

Anyway, condolences.

(And thanks for the opportunity to reminisce about my old man, too.)

Dave v E, your story reminds me of my dad, born in 1907, also passed in 1994, who never went to college (was the only member of his family to graduate from high school) but was another crackerjack carpenter. I remember around 1953 or so when he bought a truckload of lumber (Navy surplus when they tore down the married enlisted housing in Benicia after the war) for $150 and floored the whole house with solid oak 1 x 4s, which he finished himself. No trig book involved, but I remember him taking 3 days to measure before he laid the first board; those floors were BEAUTIFUL. I still remember crawling around them (not voluntarily) with a can of paste wax and a wad of steel wool.

That Navy married enlisted housing was floored with the same solid oak 1 x 4 boards throughout, covered with linoleum…

Here’s a weird coincidence. Turns out fourteen years ago today — April 30, 1994 — was the last day I saw my dad before he died. My wife and I were moving into an apartment in a cold drizzle, and he and my mom stopped by to see how things were going. He died of a heart attack four days later, May 4, 1994. Very weird.

Just Jay, my dad was in the ETO; crossed the Channel from Southampton to Cherbourg, France on Dec. 24-25, 1944, with the 261st Regiment of the 66th ID (the “Black Panther Division”) …

Condolences from down on the edge of the Green Swamp, Ann. My dad almost made the century mark, and it still wasn’t enough. I find myself missing him more, not less, especially when I’m doing something I know he would want to be in on. He died July 2, 2006. He was still taking his own showers two weeks before his body simply quit. Interesting that you find yourself wanting to be more like him. My younger sister, his only birth child, has been experiencing a similar emotion. He was a stepfather to us three other kids, but there was zero difference for him as a father. The only thing that singled out my younger sister is that on his last day, it was her voice, talking and singing to him, that helped him leave with a smile.

hedera, your dad was born the year before my dad.