New Toy Alert -- School's Out for Summer

I just finished the worst class of my Ph.D. career last night. It stunk!!!! How is it that Economics, Advanced Statistics and Calculus are not difficult for me, but I can't read a City Budget to save my life. The class was all about bond issues (ok), audits (ok) and entering transactions into a hand-kept ledger for fund accounting (not ok). My neck hurts, my head hurts, and I am mad that I only have a one-month break. During that time I am supposed to be learning the R statistical package -- don't ask. But I am planning a trip to San Francisco for C.'s 16th birthday. Hopefully we can meet up with my cousin and maybe my aunt and uncle. We'll see. That's something I am really looking forward to.

Ok. Now for the subject du jour. I bought my dad a gizmo for his birthday last year that reads slides and converts them into jpegs. In typical "Dad" fashion, the thing sat unopened for one year. 'Til today. He brought it down to me this morning, and instead of reviewing fund accounting, I had fun installing software and scanning a few slides that I had on hand. My Dad was an avid photographer before B. came along. His excuse for not photographing, "I'm retired." So I have taken up that mantle (well I did a long time ago, but now I am a stand-alone). I ordered myself a new Leica camera as a "I survived Financial Accountability" present and scanned these fun photos that my Dad took in the early 60s. Enjoy!

My grandfather and Uncle Bill.

My mother.

Bill, Grandaddy and Dad.

Dad, Aunt Karen, my grandfather and Mrs. Curtis in Meridian.

My Grandfather standing in the driveway of a friend of my Dad's. Later, my parents bought a home just down the hill from where he is standing. When F. and I go on walks in the evening, we walk right by this driveway, and I think of my Granddad.