Thanks for the extensive stroll down amnesia lane. I'll never forget how excited John got when he watched them deliver the new R-46 subway trains via the South Brooklyn Railway (sorry, if you didn't read about The Culver Line you'll need to for that reference). Does anyone else remember what a subway buff John was? Fess up, John, when was your last visit to the NYC Transit Museum?

Alane, I know what to get him for Christmas. At least he can't say he got lost on the subway while wearing those!

Your mention of Otto's infamous July 4th incident begs the question: does Frankie ever set off fireworks with Otto any more?

I don't know the laws in Florida, and I remember that law enforcement officers always had the best fireworks in NYC, but fireworks are actually legal here in Nebraska. We were in a drought last year so I was "on duty" in case of fires. Rainfall has almost been normal of late, so I need to start stocking up on pyrotechnics. And fuel bottles. Always start with a rock-solid flame. Unless you're Frankie, in which case you use a sparkler!

Nothing much comes out of my mower. It mulches and drops clippings to the ground, which greatly simplifies my multi-acre chore. Now if you count me, the guy pushing the mower, as a mower then emmissions are based on usage of a "Fart-Rite Anal Strip." Those of you that get that joke are probably DaVinci's Notebook fans. They're a man's band.

Why would John ask a question about our family shooting the sh!t on a blog? It seems redundant....