It’s my birthday today.
No time for blogging – the weather has been too damn fine. We were at Plum Island in hot, bright sunshine and dry cool air, then we stopped in Newburyport for a couple of margaritas and more walking.
In the above photo, I am 8 months old. I have a head like a melon and I’m playing with a gourd. I am probably in Surf City, on Topsail Island in North Carolina, the first place I lived, or else visiting one or the other set of doting grandparents.
Now we are off to see John Carter of Mars.