
One of the stranger photos I have posted over the last 3 years. Nico is wrestling this season with the Sudbury Wrestling Club. During warm ups they engage in some very strange group frog type behavior. Click on the image for a larger view.

I often wonder what my children would think if they knew me when I had hair. At the time of this article my friends concluded that all wrestlers looked alike. Winning this tournament qualified me for a spot on the US team that would face the Russian Junior National team. Also earning a spot on the team was Jeff Blatnick who went on to win Olympic Gold.

Nicoali works on a construction project for his French class. Students must create miniature buildings of different types. They then organize them to create an entire town which forms the basis for numerous class discussions. Nico is building a patisserie (pastry shop). I wonder if he and Jeanine will bake tiny croissants.
My mother has created a Japanese inspired garden which occupies most of the grounds surrounding their home. I find beauty here even in the months where most green things have long since disappeared. This suspended rock is helping to train the branch from which it hangs into a more earthward posture.

Jeanine and I went for a brisk walk on the grounds of Union College, where I studied for my undergraduate degree in electircal engineering. Nott Memorial is the photographic icon of the school and although I have done so many times over the years I could not walk by without capturing another image of this beautiful structure.

There is a lot to be thankful for in the Calabria family and we celebrated our good health and happiness with the fruits of our labor. Failure to remember to bring my tripod prevented me from joining the photo. Also absent are my brother Mark and sister Mayela who celebrated with their families in Minnesota and North Carolina respectively.

The men in the family also seek to be helpful. Here Kyle, Nico, and cousin Johnny contemplate a bowl of raw potatoes believing that enough time spent in this endeavour will produced the creamy smooth mashed version that will grace our table this evening. In truth, the boys were very helpful and did the lion’s share of clean up duty. My only contribution to the meal was the mashing of said potatoes, the mindless, repetitive task being well suited to my culinary talents.

Despite the fact that my father has spent more time writing (books, poems, essays and short stories) since his retirement from teaching than anything else, there does not exist a single photo of him in the act. That situation has now been rectified and I have a nice series of him at work in his study. We are in Schenectady for the Thanksgiving holiday with my parents and sister Alissa’s family.
