I often look back at my blog and notice the casual observer might think that our extended families lived on the west coast or something based on the number of photos I have of them.
Chele has been busting her rump getting a coffee house poetry writing singing storytelling thing off the ground. Last night Bonnie and my dad performed, so a handful of us went to see them. (My pictures are extremely mediocre, due to the fact that Chele did a bit too good a job promoting this shindig and there were just too many people in my way to get close enough for a decent shot.)
Growing up, I always assumed that everyone’s dad played guitar and sang songs. In my adult years I realize that this is not true, and that instead of sitting around a hippie bonfire listening to “Blowin’ in the Wind” everyone else was watching the Brady Bunch or the Dukes of Hazard.
So I’ve come to this as something really special about my family, and I’m trying to introduce it to my kids as well. Neko and Ellery tagged along for the night, and even though she was pretty squirmy, Neko is still talking about going to “the concert”.
But seriously, that whole Jan and Marcia business? I have no idea what you’re talking about.