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Almost immediately upon returning from our honeymoon, Erica and I drove to New Hampshire to pick up Russ. We named him after Tim Russert, and in a fun way he seems to have as much fun as Tim seemed to.
I thought for fun, I’d share just a pile of pictures of Russ. He’s pretty funny lookin’ at times, and at others just painfully adorable. The following are in no particular order or priority. Just some of my favorites (we take a lot of pictures of this little nugget).
After many months, I’m eager to return to using this space. I have for a while wanted to give some accounts of our wedding, our honeymoon, our puppy, my (not so) new job, Erica’s competion of her degree, and subsequently successful job search. But I have organized my thoughts/media enough to do that well.
Today’s a new day, and I’m going to get back to it. Expect the political rants, religious ideas, and sports posts as well. Themeless brain-droppings of an itinerant mind….
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.— Lt.-Col. John McCrae
After seeing this, I thought I’d share this oldie but goodie: