My sister Karen

My sister Karen is another year older today.

This photo is from G-ma’s house in Adrian, and looks like it was most likely taken at her fifth birthday.  G-ma made an angel food cake in the shape of a butterfly.

I’m at left, age 7.  Beth is in the middle, more interested in the cake at 21 months old. Karen is at right.

Happy birthday, Karen!

#Reminiscences: nieces and nephews

Two nephews and a niece each have birthdays this month.

I recall visiting Karen in the hospital after Blayne was born. He is the first child born to either of my sisters, and that made his birth truly special.

Anna is the niece born in November.  Her birth, right at Thanksgiving, was welcomed by my parents on a brief furlough from Argentina.  (That trip would be the last time any of us saw Mom, since she died not long after, in Argentina.) I visited Beth in the hospital the day after Thanksgiving, if I recall correctly.

And then Joseph came along fourteen years ago.  I was in Muncie, Indiana at the time, as had to wait a few weeks to great the last of the nephews.

1995. JC with Karen’s kids, Blayne and Kristen, at the Ringling Bros. circus at Kemper Arena.
With my nephews Luke and Joseph last summer (2009), waiting for the Amtrak home.
2000. A very young Anna at my doctoral hooding ceremony.

Last two weeks

I am missing three shows, but this is the loot from the last two weeks.

Missing: Lightning Thief, Corner of Bitter and Sweet, and Big Apple Circus.

What a two weeks! Two operas at the Met. Circa from Australia as part of the White Light Festival at Lincoln Center. John Williams with the SLSO. My own voice student heading Brighton Beach Memoirs. And all these musicals, both in NYC and in STL . . . .

A scam

I just read the code. It’s clear. And I was in violation.

BUT AT 7 P.M. ON A RAINY EVENING WHEN NO UNITED STATES POSTAL SERVICE VEHICLE IS GOING TO BE NEAR THAT BLUE MAILBOX IN GRAND CENTER??

This is nothing but a scam on the part of the City of Saint Louis!

Why are these parking people not ticketing the people on my street who park next to a stop sign, which is also prohibited according to city code? (I know, because I just read the relevant portion.)

Oh yes. Grand Center. The cars there are low-hanging fruit on a night when The Fox is lit up.

A frigging scam . . . .

Here endeth the rant.