Happy
Birthday Justin!
The drawing
is Navajo and on it [has an inscription to you.]
It’s a
transitional drawing for me. I got it
done yesterday – just in time. Ka-
ching! I just put a house on Park Place and a nickel in the
piggybank.
This is an
important time for the family. You’re
the youngest of three boys. I’m sure the three of you
and your sister are taking good care of your mother. I know your mother pretty well so I can say
she keeps her docket filled with many things to do. When she’s home it is up to you guys to make
sure she’s not overdoing it with work around the house. I needn't bring it up though, do I? I can imagine you big guys taking care of
her.
I always
figured you to be the kid in uniform, waving along the sidelines and saying “Hi
Mom!” You’ve been that kind of kid since
you learned to walk. You couldn’t have
been more than three when your sister teased you, saying: “Manny Ramirez is no longer with the Red Sox.” You cried.
This is a few years before it actually became true. You were the kid in T-Ball that ran from
short stop to right field to help chase a ball.
You couldn’t imagine why they would want you to stick to one
position. My last memory of you was of a
big-hearted boy with spaghetti stains on your shirt. That image goes a long way.
Happy
Birthday, Justin!
Love,
Dad
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