
Someone sent this to me... look closely (click on it to blow it up) at the baseball as it hits Albert's bat during a swing. You can see the baseball actually dent in!

Over the weekend, my Dad's brother (my Uncle) passed away. He was mildly retarded, and lived out in the country. He had a pretty rough life, but always seemed to fight his way through. As anyone with a mentally handicapped friend or family member will tell you, there are always times when they can make you laugh and smile like nobody else. One of those times was in 1998 when my Uncle Bob was telling us stories that he wrote. He came up with a story about two chickens (he owned two chickens) named Hertha and Evelyn. (Those were the names of my Great Grandma, and Grandma)