Kate was born two months after my next-door neighbor had her second child, and decided to quit full-time dental hygienin’ and start her own business and otherwise craft a working-mother-of-small-children income. Which meant she had time to babysit Kate along with her own, Allison (two years older) and Drake (the new baby), and I could go back to work knowing my precious infant was in good hands.
And so Kate spent the first seven years of her life living next door to these two kids, with whom she spent half of her days, even after preschool started.
In other words, they were the three musketeers. Here’s Halloween 1997:
I don’t know why that picture is so small; I need to rescan it. (Pre-digital.)
It turns out if you keep feeding and watering children, they’ll grow. Five years later:
And two years after that:
I’m not sure why Drake was a ghost in both these years, except that it’s pretty easy. Here’s 2008, a non-Halloween shot:
And then it was 2013, and Allison graduated from high school, and we went to Indiana for her party. She’s headed for Oregon to get a job and find herself and do the things when you’re 19 years old. One last picture:
I’m hoping Allie gets the Purple Dreadlocks scholarship at Reed College. She’s smart enough.
It was a great trip, brief as it was. The near-perfect weather has made the farm fields of Ohio and Indiana emerald-green and perfect. The new Fort-to-Port road between Toledo and Fort Wayne means no more white-knuckle passing of semis on two lanes. Alex’s garden looks like a Thomas Kincaid painting. The party featured beers buried in piles of ice, and vividly-frosted cupcakes. If anyone had a better time on Sunday, I don’t know how.
Then came Monday, and these were the events, which will be the bloggage. Because I don’t trust myself to express opinions about them:
The Washington Post was sold to the founder of Amazon.com. I see several possible outcomes of this, and many are not good.
The collection of the Detroit Institute of Arts is being formally appraised as part of the city’s bankruptcy process, prompting morons all over the globe to express ignorant opinions that drive me insane, which is why I ask that you not read, for example, the stupid ones under this Gawker item, because it will make you insane if you have even a few facts about the situation in your head.
Elmore Leonard had a stroke. He’s recovering, but still. Eighty-seven. Stroke.
Oh, and did anyone read this Sunday piece in the NYT about the artificial-joint cartel? You Hoosiers should check it out; it’s a necessary counterpoint to the bootlicking local coverage.
All of which is to say, Monday is behind us and let’s hope the rest of the week improves.