Yick! Bugs!
Grandpa and Emerson checking things out.
Mrs. Wilson and Justice, with all his dimples showing.
Grandma, looking charming with her camera, Grandpa and Emerson.
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.
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