Celebrating 2008, The Year of Invisible Posts — It’s Not Your Eyes
Welcome to the Brookston family blog. We'll post updates here on what's going on in our part of the world, and especially with our son, Porter, who has been diagnosed with some form of autism. Our hope is that this blog will help us deal with all the issues we'll be facing and keep our friends and family informed as well.
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Made You Look
Yesterday afternoon, a plumber came to look at our kitchen sink, which has been leaking lately, and we ended up having a new one installed. Porter wasn’t very happy about my going outside to look at new faucets so I told him he could watch me from the window and I’d wave to him. That seemed to do the trick and when I got outside this is what I saw from the plumber’s truck.
“Look it’s Daddy!”
“Hi Daddy!“
Jim Funk: Friend, Musician, Dissident
I met my friend when he was playing in a band regularly at one of my then-local watering holes when I lived in Cupertino, the Britannia Arms. Jim played a lot of the pop artists I loved, like Elvis Costello, Crowded House, XTC, Joe Jackson, and others. And as I used to be a musician, we ended up talking and getting to know one another over time. Eventually Jim and I got to be a very good friends, as we had much in common and enjoyed each other’s company from politics to music to good beer. Jim also hosted a semi-regular poker game that was great fun for years. And his Halloween parties were legendary. I used them as the inspiration for the one I described in my novel, the Ghosts of Autumn. A few years ago Jim moved from the Bay Area to upstate New York to finish school. He got himself a little piece of rural land with a pond and a farmhouse on it where he’s currently living the life of a gentlemen farmer and itinerant musician. He also recently started a music blog. Happy birthday, Jim.
In front of his dressing room, with friend Bob, at Slim’s in San Francisco when he opened for Difford & Tilbrook of Squeeze.
Meeting with Glenn Tilbrook after the show.
At the Sarcasm Central Holiday Party in 1993.
Performing at my 33 1/3 Birthday Party.
Jim with his Dad.
About to blow out the candles at a birthday party many years ago.
In Las Vegas for a bachelor party. The one getting married was of the three gents to Jim’s right. I hate to say it, but I’m not sure who it was any more, it was such a long time ago. The other three guys were friends of Jim from when he lived in Chicago and I came along just for the fun of it.
Swinging with the Dolphins
While Porter jumped around at O.T., Alice rode in the dolphin swing, which she really seems to enjoy.
“Weeeee!”
“Higher!”
“I can see the ceiling from here.”
“Hello down there.“
Pillowtop Fun
On Wednesday’s Occupational Therapy session, Porter once again played on the big giant pillow and the new nylon hammock.
Porter on top of the giant pillow.
And in the new hammock.
Standing tall and struggling to listen.
