At the library, Berkeley, CA. My boy is reading now and, true to little sibling form, he is doing everything humanly possible to keep up with his big sister. Devil–and reason–take the hindmost. He won’t quite torture himself with the erudite works she plows through, fortunately (Camus, Kafka, Sartre, Dostoyevsky).
On his sixth birthday, Berkeley, CA. He skipped the entire distance from midway through the school yard and down the street to our trusty steed. That crown’s his teacher’s handiwork, bless those amazing, amazing people. Much afoot of late. Same day this chap turned six, his grandfather, whose name he