One of my co-workers came to me and said, “Nolan-san. Congratulations. It’s the 4th of July.” None of the other teachers understood why he was congratulating me. Some of them thought perhaps it was my birthday, and they just hadn’t been notified. A noticeable wave of self-conscious uncertainty swept through the room until someone finally asked me: “Nolan-sensei, kyou ga otanjobi desuka?” “No, it’s not my birthday. It’s the U.S.’s independence day.” “Oohhh,” they all said. “Like the Will Smith movie?”
Covered Bridge. Kids in Gillian's neighborhood used to jump from this bridge into the river below. It was covered, we think, to thwart them.
Meeting House. On Sundays, Gillian's family would attend Quaker meetings here. The door was locked, and though we looked for a hide-a-key, there was none. We peeked in from the windows and saw a wood stove and some bibles laying closed on benches.
[ Dave D. cello-ing on N. Sawyer Ave. ]
[ Ryan in his workshop ]
[ Dave D. at People Projects ]
[This fella lives in my old bedroom, where he spends his days crunching on chirping crickets.]
[Awed siblings.]
[David and Sara.]
[A bugling Andy.]
[A me-made T-giving quiche]
[Reunited.]
[Raspberry, lemon-liquor brownie cake made and mailed to me by my beloved Gillian Kidd.]
[A tag-team birthday celebration (gorgeous flier by Amanda).]
[ riley. there are pups in that belly. ]
[ great papa davidson. cool hair. ]
[ leaping mutt in connie's backyard. ]
