First of all let me tell you that as a proud new dad I won't make y'all suffer through threads like "Brendan masters algebra at age 3" "Brendan takes his first steps" "Brendan accepted to Harvard at age 10" or "Brendan's dumps don't stink" or whatever. But considering the trials and tribulations of Brendan and Patrick I thought a lot of you would enjoy hearing that Bretta and I took Brendan home from the hospital yesterday. He's doing fine { 4 pounds 7 ozs. }. And so are the cats. So far Gypsy and Jasmine haven't shown any objection to the new little interloper.

This also gives me another chance to thank all of you for your support, prayers, candles, songs, flute solos, ect. during the most trying time of Bretta's and my life. It won't be forgotten. We know there is no way to repay you for the kindneses shown but be assured that we will "pay it forward" to the next folks whenever we get the chance.

From the "Would You Believe?? Department" - Bretta and I were both shocked at two different times in the neo-natal ICU department of the hospital when two different sets of parents came in to visit their children with the obvious scent of reefer on them. I mean - What kind of parents think - " Hey - Lets get high and go visit our baby" ?? It made us very sad and concerned about the future of these babies. We were also amazed when someone showed up at Patrick's memorial service smelling of reefer also. And trust me - I'm not mistaken about what pot smells like.

Anyway - thanks again - I won't post about Brendan again until he's accepted at Julliard. That should be in about 12 years or so.