I spent the afternoon walking around Smithsonian exhibits and national momuments with my brother John, his wife Elba, their kids Anna and Kim, and my nephew Joe. Here are Kim, Elba, and Ann.
Vendt's Fire
Jono and I went out to Kevin Ventd’s party lastnight. I got to hang with a few of my homies from highschool church days. We had a great time standing around the fire pit, poking the fire, drinkin’ beer.
A Child’s Christmas In Wales
Here is a poem written and read by Dylan Thomas that my mom and I listened to this Xmas evening (20 min.):
Jono's Shoes
Jono came over this evening and we stayed up till the wee hours playing songs and discussing what we believed. This is what I came up with in contrast to his Christian creed:
What I feel is right, what I know is wrong. Arte es vida, amor es dios.
El Doodle Yanqui
I woke up on Xmas morning not to snow, but freezing rain. As the resident fire-builder, I immediately feared we would have no dry wood for a fire, grabbed the closest hat and coat, and went out to bring in the dry stuff at the bottom of the stack. Mom laughed and took my picture, saying I looked like an Hispanic Yankee Doodle.