Holding T.S. Eliot in the leaves. No clue why.







left to right: Mom, my cousin David, me holding my cousin Joey, my cousin Jenna, and my aunt Carol holding my brother Nick.


me and my dad


me and my dad


me and my dad in the hospital the day I was born.



My first driving lesson.


I liked lambs even then


playing piano. Uncle Paul is holding me.






Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross
See a fine lady upon a white horse
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
She shall have music whereever she goes!





Nick.


Nick.


Nick