Pops, holding his father’s maddock, Santa Cruz, CA (archival: November 2009).
This is what greeted me when I returned from a morning away, with Grandma on grandson duty. Â From every other angle it’s an elaborate drape of blankets, towels, and sheets. Â But through this one peep-hole, you can see theÂ raison d’etre. That little computer mouse-shaped object at the end of the
His Mama’s youth music theater company’s Once Upon a Mattress might have closed this past Sunday, but not in the boychild’s mind. Â Every day brings a fresh opportunity to dress up and sing along to pretty much every part, from Princess Winifred the Woebegone to Prince Dauntless the Drab and