So That Would Make Me How Old, Exactly?

This morning over breakfast, LM was telling me about a project his class was working on in Art. It involved creating quadrants of the same image by using printer’s blocks and rolling ink across them. I started to tell him a story about how my dad used to take me up to the high school printing room and layout posters for school plays and “print” them using that very same technique. I said, “This was all before computers and such.” LM said, “Before electricity, you mean?”

I put the sign out for the gypsies this morning. “Free. One nine year old boy. Slightly beaten.”