Maui this is not...

Dyck-Dog--

The rents scoped me here to Martha's Vineyard. No sign of Martha yet, but I hear she's cute. 

This much I know: Maui this is not--it's cold and windy here, dude. 

Get the keys to the Golf and let's Jiggy, Braw!! 

Finn-Dog

Dog-to-Dog

Oly-Dog--

Check it out--I snagged my dad's iPhone. I've got you on speed dial, dude. Grab your mom's blackberry and let's Jiggy!!!

Get your chat on, Cuz! 

LaterG8r.

Finn-Dog

Brothers in Arms

Will (aka Willy) Lampert spends time with Finn of County Middlesex, showing him the ropes and a number of "moves" that will hold him in good stead for years to come. 

Is the East Coast worth it? Ask Finn.  

Bono sighting in Hopkinton

The Hopkinton Crier reported that reliable (anonymous) sources had positively identified Bono (leader of the Irish rock band, U2) in the small town of Hopkinton, Massachusetts over the Holiday weekend. 

The Star was first noticed in disguise pushing a small pink baby stroller in the town Center. 

Later, paparazzi squeezed off a close-up of the Rocker as he ate a bowl of clam chowder at a local joint. More on the pink stroller to come...

Try it.

Ah, Gum. Kids love it. Dentists love it. We all love it! A snap here. A crack there. A bubble-pop between the teeth. Hell, even Pulitzer Prize-winning poets write verse about it.  

Today was the day that Finn of County Middlesex had his own first taste of the good stuff. 

Pacific Prayer

Peer into the ocean through a fisheye-boil over the rising tide.

Starry fish scales shimmer through waves breaking. A grain of Lahontan wilderness sparkles for a moment. Or maybe it’s the Finn of a transplanted cousin.

Earth and water embrace Life here.

Let Humility flow through you.

Remember family, past sadness to hopeful future.

Enjoy bread’s sweet smell before tasting it.

Let the sweet pup rest his weary head on your lap before waking him with a stroke.

Watch the sun setting, but do not look directly at it.

Treat people at work with respect and honor, and take pride in their achievements.

Thank yourself for being where you are.

Thank others for being with you.

Give special thanks for little sisters.

Allow a Regal Penguin to fill your mind. Smell its cold, stiff feathers in the spiking wind. Shake a laugh to imagine a Penguin’s love. Now open your eyes and be home.

Embody Grace.

Stars can be thought of as Twinkling Birdies

Finn woke me a few minutes ago with a kind of squeal-shriek. Usual mid-night stuff, but I went in to check anyway. Uncharacteristically for one of his mid-night jolts, he had woken himself up. As soon as he saw my dim shadow in the room he clutched Bear and stood up in his crib. Admiring the novelty, I picked him up and headed downstairs in the dark. At 4 o'clock even Halibut rolls over and goes back to sleep, which is what the dog did until I opened the fridge door. The light jumped out at us into the dark kitchen. Finn's eyes were pretty wide. I rifled around in the crisper and pulled out a carrot. Finn immediately took it from my hand, which startled me, and then swung his arm over my side and said, Ha-blit! The dog was at our side almost instantaneously, and he gingerly removed the carrot from Finn's offering hand. After that we all three went into the front yard. Ha-blit peed over at the side of the house. I looked way up then pointed to get Finn's attention. Stars, I said.

Birdie? he replied.

No. Stars.

Birdie, he confirmed with his extended index.

We went back inside, had a couple gulps of peaches from a jar in the fridge, and went back to bed.