Forked: The Sequel

Well, the mystery of the forked yard is now solved. The culprit was a good friend of my daughter, who thought it would be funny. It was funny — although perhaps not unalleviatedly so for my daughter, since she was

Forked!

I woke up — not early (I don’t do early), but still in the morning. The sun was shining brilliantly and I could see, from the slight sway of the tree branches, that there was a breeze. Stepping closer to

Grandpa in My Computer

On the first day of Passover I open my email to find a gift from my cousin Dianne, an mp3 file. The recording is of a family Seder from 1957. I click the link, and from within the computer I