Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Chris


Here I am, fully flummoxed, watching Chris, my nephew. Like any self-respecting teen-ager he's looking down because he's texting. Me? Text? Huh? Chris plays the trumpet, is funny, wise enough to catch on to all of his Aunt Susan's snide jokes and smart enough to pretend that he doesn't to his parents. His band was recently in a marching competition and looked real sharp.

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