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.
They say this is my mom and dad--I'm sure that's my dad, but that woman doesn't look AT ALL like my mom. It was kind of good because then I didn't have to scream and cry when she left for the evening. (It also didn't hurt that my babysitter was a cute blonde....)
The whole birthday crew at Soba--I'm glad I wasn't there. Not enough stuff for me to break.