Call me biased, call me an overly proud aunt, but let me introduce one of the more mature, well-adjusted members of our family--one of crown jewels, really of a clan rich in crown jewels: my 12-year-old nephew Allen. Here he is, on an outing yesterday to Newick's Seafood on Great Bay in Dover, New Hampshire.
No-one can say this child doesn't know his audience: he held court the whole meal, telling vastly entertaining stories of the kids who huff Sharpies at school, his favorite COPS episodes, and one of his fondest childhood memories: the time his Uncle Joe showed up at Appleseeds Nursery, told the teacher Allen had a doctor's appointment, and spirited the kid out to Dunkin' Donuts for a chocolate with sprinkles.
Beside Allen is his father, my next youngest brother Ross, a teacher, scholar, and pastoral ministry student.
Here's the fourth member of the party, our sainted mother Janet M. King: matriarch of this talented brood. We enjoyed a healthful meal of fried clams, scallops, shrimp, haddock, french fries, chowder, and a giant plate of onion rings.
|THE VIEW FROM NEWICK'S|
|"HELPING" MOM IN HER ROOM AFTER|