(from Bobby)Our baby boy Brady -- born just yesterday -- turns 15
(!) today. Hard to believe, as it certainly doesn't seem like that many years could have passed since we welcomed our first child into the world.
During our recent 2,700-mile family road trip (with a few work stops sprinked in), Brady asked if he could write a story for the
Chronicle. "Sure," Tamie and I said. So, Brady interviewed a few teenage volunteers about a homeless ministry, and Tamie posted the
story last night.
His first byline came at age 14, if just barely, a fact that should sound impressive if he does choose a news writing career someday. (In which case, if you are a major executive with the world's largest news service, and you happen to read this blog, and yes, you know who you are, you will be expected to find him a nice internship in just a few years, thank you very much.) His first story was much better than mine, which was a piece about my high school band that I wrote at age 16. I guess my bigger concern is that his story is
not better than his father's planned feature about this same ministry for the
Chronicle's print edition.
Tamie and I will be proud, of course, whatever career that Brady, Keaton and Kendall choose. But we would not mind if at least one of them goes into journalism and carries on the family business. Smile.
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We celebrated Kendall's ninth birthday last Wednesday with a day of roller coasters, water rides and live shows at Worlds of Fun in Kansas City, Mo. That night, we enjoyed the Royals' game against the White Sox from the cheap seats.
Our camera broke near the end of the trip, so I was forced to take the above picture of Kendall at the game with my cell phone.
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During our trip, we got to see two of my cousins: Kim, in Portageville, Mo.; and Patty, in Washington, Ind. What a treat it was to see each of them. We ate breakfast with Patty at an Amish breakfast buffet, which was a wonderful experience.
