I went home this weekend. Katherine came with me and we had a very nice time. I met my Uncle Jerry’s mother who’s 92 years old. 92. Scary.
Every time I go home I rummage through the house and see what I can find. Today I was looking for the comics I read in my youth. I didn’t have many, but I did have the first bunch of issues of X-Men (now called New X-Men, which I still read). No luck finding them this trip though. My mom says that she never threw any of our stuff out (rightly thinking that we’d want it some day). I’m sure that they’re just buried somewhere in my room.
We also took a trip through the school pictures drawer, giving me the oppurtunity to scan a new copy of the best picture I’ve ever taken. I also uncovered this one. Katherine was quite pleased with them both.