My Grandson - my First-Born's First Born - James Arthur Bonnin, is two months old today, and not typing yet, so I think I'll start this page for him. I'll keep the type big so he can read it.

It's what Grandfathers do. Grand anythings maybe.

"I'm in touch with my Higher Self. Sometimes."

Yeah, I wrote that, along with a few other things.

Never thought I'd get to be a million either, but I'm glad I did.

I have three Daughters; possibly the most beautiful Women on the planet. One of them is your Mother.

I'm watching the live feed from the space shuttle. One of the astronauts filming the current operation has just wandered off the reservation and is panning the Earth below, possibly looking down at where I'm typing these words you won't read until the mission is over.

This world was just a dream when I was your age.

As mine was to my Father's, and his to your Great-Great Grandfather's.

Unfortunately, if Dreams don't come true, there's just more room for Nightmares, so I'll keep doing my best until your dreams get their chance.

"Don't be late*..."

:)

.ms/G

*You can call me whatever you want.

February 27, 2011

Talk about leaving the reservation. I've just thought of the JIMMY CAM that you will invent enabling everyone to see what they missed.

It won't be easy but it'll be worth it.

:)