I got an email from Aola. Aola, you seem like a great person. I wish we lived closer to each other so our families could get together.

My family is great. I'm looking forward to growing up with them. My girls. They're gorgeous. I can't wait to tell my young ones the stories on which my faith is founded.

Real Live Preacher tells a great story about his daughter's glasses. It's a beautiful story, but it's late, and I'm too lazy to find it to give you a link to it. It shouldn't be too hard to find.

I'm really not sure why I'm writing this. It's nothing profound. It's sort of a break from my normal "fight the man... down with the system" stuff, which I'm sure most people get bored with anyhow. It's just that Aola's email got me to thinking about how good people can be, even to people they hardly know, and I wanted you all to know that I appreciate that, and that I love my girls very much (and when I say "my girls," that's all three of them).

No, I promise I'm not in pieces right now.

That's all. Now go about your business. Nothing to see here.
posted by Stephen at 8:50 PM | |