This posting is not from the sunny side, but such is life.
Last Saturday, we got one of the horrible phone calls you never want to get. Pat Byrne called from Maine and told me that Sarah Warner (his first wife and mother of his son Brendan) had passed away suddenly in St. Louis, just days shy of her 38th birthday.
For Simon's 6th birthday, we convinced Grady to play hookey and join us for a 2-hour presidential cruise about the USS Potomac. The ship is famous for being the "floating white house" of Franklin Delano Roosevelt. Winston Churchill was a regular guest!
Kari's annual meeting was in Vegas this year. She had to break her 36-hour rule and stay for 10 days. At least it was the Venetian! We joined her for half of it and, as a bonus, Kirk and Cara Jo flew up from the Virgin Islands.
Now... do kids belong in Vegas? Certainly not, but we had fun anyway. Henry came back potty trained (finally!!) so it's amazing what a little pretend-luxury can accomplish.