Well, today was a slow day. My son has been fighting off some allergies (“Thanks, dad, for the suckie genes.”) So, he has been a little on the slow side. By that, I mean, he’s not running back and forth for a half-hour straight. He is down to a pedestrian 20-minutes of full-on running back-and-forth. So, for a sick day, not …

Well, my son has decided to embrace his inner Picasso, and is drawing on anything and everything. I  have art on my walls, doors, floors, it even finds it’s way on him tattoo-style (arms,legs, hands and stomach)  and every now and then on some paper. He uses pens, markers, pencils, paint, and also chalk–to produce his masterpieces around my house. He …

Today, I lost a little more of my childhood–with the passing of Pat Summerall. I started watching football a lot back in 1980–around the ripe, old age of 7. So, the voice for me on Sunday’s–watching football–was the team of Pat Summerall and John Madden. For Monday night Football, the trio–Al Michaels, Frank  Gifford, and Dan  Dierdorf–was equally as good in my eyes. …