Clean Up
I'm working on this blog and trying to get it right, but the HTML wants to fight me every step of the way.
Sorry for lines and things...I'll clean them up when I can.
The good news is that I'm learning HTML and that I have some pictures posted.
If any of you (friends and family) have some pictures of yourselves please send them so I can post them and we can all make fun of each other.
On a serious note, I'm reading F. Scott Fitzgerald's first work "This Side of Paradise" and I wanted to quote a bit for you. It's captured me.
"Amory, Son of Beatrice
Amory Blaine inherited from his mother every trait, except the stray inexpressible few, that made him worth while. His father, an ineffectual, inarticulate man with a taste for Byron and a habit of drowsing over the Encyclopedia Britannica, grew wealthy at thirty through the death of two elder brothers, successful Chicago brokers, and in the first flush of feeling that the world was his, went to Bar Harbor and met Beatrice O'Hara. In consequence, Stephen Blaine handed down to posterity his height of just under six feet and his tendency to waver at crucial moments, these two abstractions appearing in his son Amory. For many years he hovered in the background of his family's life, an unassertive figure with a face half-obliterated by lifeless, silky hair continually occupied in " taking care" of his wife, continually harassed by the idea that he didn't and couldn't understand her."