Errata

I fell into a burning ring of fire... I fell down, down, down...

Nothing much going on here. I came downstairs Sunday to find Nick watching a NASCAR show. Thank you very much, Lightning McQueen. Noah's black eye is healing up nicely (thanks, Rocky Balboa). Jalen and our 14-year old neighbor met this weekend and appeared to hit it off pretty well. Our neighbor's a pretty nice kid, so I think that's a good thing.

I've been thinking of doing a little project next time I go home to visit the folks. I was thinking of going to the library and looking up old newspaper articles that I was in and saving them in a scrapbook for my kids. Those of you from small towns know it doesn't take much to make the paper. I've got a few spelling bee mentions, stories on my high school football and basketball teams (basketball, very good; football, not so much), etc. Would you like seeing stuff like that about your folks? It would prove that we really were young once - and that some of us had a full head of hair once upon a time. (I wonder if there's a correlation between those two things?)