This thing needs a little paint, too.
Why don't you join me??
Hi. My name is Emerson. My parents are both nuts. There is no telling why Dad liked my name; Mom, at least, named me Emerson for a reason. She named me after her favorite theological poet who cared more about all of Nature itself than any particular religion's view of it. I guess it could have been worse. They could have named me Ralph or, God forbid, Waldo! Well back to the crib before they find out I wrote this.
Grandpa is the one in suspenders.
This is my second favorite: Grandpa mowing the grass.
And best of all, what Emerson has to look forward to, Grandpa butchering the turkey. (Yes, that's it, headless and bleeding, hanging from one leg.)
And in case anyone was wondering about the process.... (This is my favorite card.)