Away

"These beauteous forms,
Through a long absence, have not been to me
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye..."
-William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey

They need to come home soon; they have my heart.

The Song of Wandering Aengus-W.B. Yeats

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

When I am too old to take myself fishing, Sophia, remember this day and take me with you when you go.

Summer '06 Awards

Father of the Year

Always doing fun things his daughter loves to do, no matter what.

Uncle of the Year

After all these years, still showing father of the year how to do things right.

Things Stay the Same

A CLASSIC POSE

"Such a man has some right to fish, and I love to see nature carried out in him."
-Henry David Thoreau, Walden

60

"Teach a child to choose the right path, and when he is older, he will remain upon it."
-Proverbs 22:6

Thank you for doing it for me, and keep doing it for Sophia. Don't ever think I'll let her forget the paths you've shown us.

Happy birthday, Dad.