- Preston adores me and looks up to me. He cried – wept – when it was time to leave. Said he was glad Cherry met Daddy Jim because he wouldn’t know me otherwise. Playing Magic 8-Ball with the Cozmo robot I gave him for Christmas, asked where there was anyone in the world smarter than Uncle David. I’m pretty crazy about him too.
- The half hour or so Preston sat in the arm of my chair while I stepped him through some starting JavaScript:
var apples = 2;
if (apples == 2) {
alert('YOU GOT IT MAN')
} else {
alert('YOU LIE!')
}
- I am able to enjoy that.
- The crispness of the stars on this cold, cold night.
- Pulled pork sandwiches and baked beans. If I’m going to eat a slaughtered animal I must, at least, express my profound gratitude for its sacrifice.
Many thanks,
Me