Lemon Boat

This one is for my brother Gary, in Omaha, who reminded me of when we would race lemon boats in the gutter after a rain storm. We grew up in Los Angeles, but it might as well have been Mayberry. It was a time of crossing guards, and Fuller Brush salesmen, and family photographers with mobile studios who would show up at the curb outside our house to take our portraits. Of course, it being the city, it was also a time when seeing a cow meant waiting for the local dairy to bring one round to school in a truck. So, Gary, enjoy. And thanks for the memory.

Now . . . the good stuff:

Macrame pot hangers

God's eyes made with yarn and popsicle sticks

Paper garland

Rainy day craft boxes

Goldfish in baggies

Harvesting mistletoe

Homemade pizza kits

Monopoly marathons

Jigsaw puzzles

Zots