I have two of them, which is OK. But if yours are still shuffling about this mortal coil, read Mark Morford's column on the best gift ever:
Oh my God, how right I was. What a difference this thing makes. The parents are thrilled. Amazed. I couldn't have bought them a better gift had it been front-row tickets to see Neil Diamond on the moon.
I'm really amazed that the phone company (or the cable company or even Vonage, for pete's sake) hasn't done more with our very basic desire to see each other when we're apart. Hell, how many years ago did AT&T demonstrate the Picturephone at the World's Fair? (1964)
After all, what price human connection? What price eye contact, laughter, checking your mom's haircut? What price flouting of death? Right now, only about 140 bucks. Bargain.
Makes me want to go out and buy a Macintosh and an iSight.
I think this is a funny, personal, well-written blog: I Am Prepared to Give Up At Any Time. I particularly like his posts about the learn-as-you-go job of being a father. Plus, he thoughtfully provides a list of "My favorite entries" for newcomers.
Mrs. Edman was my third-grader teacher at then-brand-new Katella Elementary School in Orange, California. The year was, I believe, 1963. Reading this terrific post on the importance of handwritten things over at 37 Days brought her memory back to me. I remember feeling smart and appreciated and capable in that 3rd grade class, making Mrs. Edman (for me) The Greatest Teacher in the Universe. She had red hair. Afterwards, I saw her a few times as I was growing up in Orange, but I never had the chance to go back and thank her for what she did, and to show her how one of her students turned out.
Mrs. Park, Mrs. Watts, Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Edman, Miss Reitman were K through 4. In 5th and 6th grade, I went to a magnet program where we had multiple teachers: Mrs. Boulter (Social Studies), Mrs. Barton (Math), Mrs. Rappoport (Science), and Mr. Ritchie (English). Then junior high (7 - 9): Mrs. Grissom, Mr. Castle, Mr. Walters, Mr. Lyerla, Mr. Ebert, and others who I barely remember. And finally high school: Mrs. Loman, Mrs. Ching, Miss Kawaoka, Mr. Brunt, Mr. G??? (Chemistry). Fortunately, there's a yearbook to help out there.
I've been really blessed to have terrific teachers, people worth remembering. Mrs. Edman was the first.