Andre, Sophia and Max
Plotnik gave up in the 8th Inning last night, then Andre Ethier hits the game winner in the 9th. Obviously, the Plotzers win if Plotnik stops paying attention.
In two hours it's time to walk to the train to the bus to the plane. Plotnik found some fine old photos of his Aunt Margie to take to the memorial her kids are having for her on Saturday. He loves the one of his Grandma Sophia and Grandpa Max posing in what was probably a photo booth, probably in an amusement park somewhere in Chicago, around 1907 or 1908. It's beautiful to see your own grandparents, that you only knew as older people, cavorting around like kids, and they look like kids -- well, kids in long dresses and three piece suits, one in a bonnet, one in a rakish hat. Plottie will scan these pictures when he gets home for everyone to see.
posted by DAK @ 8:19 AM
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I knew the Dodger's win was your fault. Stupid Dodgers.
I see pictures of even my parents, let alone their parents, as young people and it really doesn't work. They could never have possibly been kids - they've always been as I know them. Will our kids and kid's kids not have as much trouble with this due to technology? Doubt it. To a kid, a grownup has always been a grownup.
Can't wait to read about the party.
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