My Firstborn Hits 22, How is this Possible?

There is just no way I went from looking at pictures of your Kindergarten graduation Monday morning, to having a beer with you Monday night. Photos of you in a fireman’s hat, a conductor’s cap, sleeping in your stroller. Really? Twenty two years? I don’t feel old enough for that. Well, then again, my feet…

Whitman’s Birthday Weekend, and Shopping with Ginsberg

Well, Mr. Whitman’s birthday was on Thursday the 31st, and I had vowed to continue celebrating throughout the weekend. My birthday post for my Daddy/Uncle didn’t make it online until a little after midnight in the wee hours of Friday morning, and you can check that out here. I was thinking of bringing you another…

Daddy Walt, or Uncle Walt? Happy Birthday to My Namesake

I have often been asked if my father’s name was Walt, or if I was a fan of Walt Whitman. Some people who are a little less poetry versed have even asked if my pseudonym was a reference to Walt Disney–God forbid!  My father’s name was Raymond, actually, and I often refer to Walt Whitman as “Uncle…