by J J Cohen
I have returned, not exactly rested. Also snowed under by email, obligations, and Camp Dad (as we call this week when the beloved spouse returns to the mundane routine but Jeffrey, Alex and Katherine do not). I won't be posting for a while.
But I offer the following picture postcards in lieu of tangible souvenirs: a giant dragon made of Legos in a man-made lagoon; the dead duck that we found expiring on our porch one morning and named Donald; someone having a lot of fun in a pool made of fake rock; someone else having much fun attempting to pull Excalibur from its anvil and win the prizes that they sometimes give to kids who can pry the sword from its resting place.*