Family

Work, that is. I turned in my notice today. As of New Year’s day 2015, I will no longer be a full-time employee.

Terri is the middle child in our family. That’s her in the light-colored coat and hat in the foreground.

Two years later, he would have a heart attack. I vividly remember him on the bathroom floor in his underwear and Mom shooing me out, “Get ready for school.” The ambulance took him away as I rode off to school not knowing.

This one is rather obvious – who writes these, pre-teens?

This is my grandfather – my father’s father – Edward Blake Skinner. He was the first of four consecutive Edward Skinners, each with a different middle name.

Long hair, moustache but no beard yet, I was in transition.

This year’s flu, in spite of the preventative shots, has completed its round through our family.

Hockey is frigid, football is cold, soccer is warm and baseball is hot, right?

… and should be.

He: No, dear. [pause] Does it bother you that I pick up sluts on business trips?