The Gambler

Yesterday Graham and I were watching CMT's version of Cribs which featured the Atlanta home of country music superstar Kenny Rogers. At one point Kenny directed the camera man's attention to he and his wife's space aged tanning booth and I said to Graham, "if we can't count on Kenny Rogers to be authentic, who can we count on." In fairness to Kenny, during the program he admitted that he watches 6-8 hours of tv per day, which explains why he can't do his tanning the old fashioned way.

Graham's Life in Pictures

Grandma Sandy

Graham and Jesse after a sneak attack peeing incident during a diaper change.

Brad, Heather, the Dude.

Graham and Mimi.

Graham meets his maternal grandfather.

Graham to Scout: "You've lived how long with these crazies?"

Graham listens with intense interest as is father reads "The Power and the Glory" aloud to him.

Graham reacts to the film version of "The Work and the Glory."

Graham giggles with delight after learning what results from the crossing of an Elephant and a Rhino.

Graham becomes the youngest person ever to sign an equipment sponsorship deal with Nike.

Graham reacts with a skeptical look upon hearing the news of the bonuses paid to AIG executives with federal bailout funds.

Graham gets a bath.

Hello Readers!

(Winter Hat)

the world's deadliest beast (pound for pound) has died

There is something especially sad about the passing of a family dog. At least for me, when a close relative or friend passes, the sting is tempered somewhat by a set of beliefs defining how I think of death. Centuries of religious teachings however, don't hold our hands when our dog dies. This is part of the reason the death of my family's dog Nick has been so hard. Humankind has devoted much time and effort to defining where a person goes after death, but has done an inadequate job investigating the eternal destiny of our pets, leaving us to fill in the blanks. To make matters worse, in Nick's case, it's not at all clear whether he'd even qualify for heaven. If held to exacting standards Nick might fall short. For one thing, Nick refused to learn any basic commands. He peed on my mom's carpet multiple times resulting in thousands of dollars of repair costs and he was constantly running away. And while he was courageous at times, he wasn't consistent. My friend Andy for example, affectionately termed Nick "pound for pound the world's deadliest animal" (after he tried to kill both a baby deer and a porcupine), but he was deathly afraid of lightening and fireworks; in fact, any loud bang would result in Nick cowering behind the bathroom toilet, a spot he would leave only for enough time to go pee on my mom's carpet. He also refused to swim. The foregoing notwithstanding, I am sure Nick is in heaven now, he has to be--because a heaven that excludes the best damn dog of all time, is no heaven at all.

Thanks Nick, for 18 great years. Enjoy it up there and try not to pee on the carpet.

Love,

Jesse