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» September 10, 2008
My brother told me my niece's first steps were taken on Plymouth Rock last week, where at least some of our family is reputed to have have arrived nearly 400 years ago.
Meanwhile, sometime this winter I'm going to have to relearn a few moves myself, after fracturing my knee (yes, on the same leg I broke the ankle of six years ago) last week.
I used to use this image for the background of my business cards: