I’m still tickled beyond words about the zip line adventure. My dad and I agreed, when he looked at the pictures, though, that it’s a good thing my mom wasn’t around to see all that happen–she would have been spitting mad at me, maybe with some justification. The following two pictures are the images I am sure she was never able to get beyond when she worried about me doing anything risky.
My mom and I in the garden at Boston Children’s Hospital.
Celebration of Sancta Lucia Fest (Dec 13th 1961, I think) with the Swedish colony in Cali. After my second surgery, I was sent home with a modified stroller that allowed my parents to basically perch and strap me into it, while I was in the cast.
I’ve come a long, long way…