A very slow correspondence

A letter to a friend that I have been writing for a very long time. A letter that grew too big for its britches (somewhat like its author). A letter that just oozes on and on rather than coming to end like a dignified letter would.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Cousins

My brother Pete and his son Emmet arrived yesterday from L.A. for my dad's 60th birthday party on the 26th.

Emmet is at a funny stage -- he loves his daddy, his mommy, and his nanny, and the rest of us can pretty much go to hell... except Kira, sometimes. He's cute, though.

The party itself is not a secret -- we're holding it at his house -- but he doesn't know Pete and Emmet are here.

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