Monday, March 26, 2012. Oh, and yes, before you view the pictures, I do seem to be wearing the same outfit in many of these pictures. I do own other clothes, I can assure you. We had lots of fun playing as a family at the local soccer field playground. Afterwards, the four of us ate at Blue Moose.

Monday, September 6, 2010. Dadat one with the Grahams. Coloring contest just like when we were little. Brent wins the most prepared camper award. In 2012, we will be knocking at his door. He was digging a trench around his tent here in the pouring rain. Mom was holding the umbrella. Since it was muddy, Wes had to be held the whole time. A nightmare for me and my biceps. Mark gave me a break here. We literally were at the tower for less than five minutes when it started HAILING! I mean really HAILING! .

Sfαit toujours plαiisir de les liire. Piis yé pαs lα pour e riienn. Jvouus αiime and bonne viisiitee. 945;dd moii sii tu veuux me parlerr! .

La entrevista no duró más de media hora; he aquí, reproducido, el artículo que escribí en aquella memorable ocasión, en 1962, cuando conocí a Borges y a su inolvidable madre. Como su padre y su abuelo, su bisabuelo y su tatarabuelo, Jorge Luis Borges se ha quedado poco a poco ciego. Pero hasta la ceguera, dice, tiene ventajas.