Make sure to click PREVIOUS to read about my Chrismtas holiday. Here are some pics of the Florida gang
(not really much from Florida anymore, but, you know...):


From left to right, its Caryn (who is currently teaching in Japan), Me, Sharon Liz (at getting her PhD),
Maayan (likewise making me feel undereducated by getting her PhD), Melissa (law school), Kris
(getting to go to Rome, all expenses paid, in the fabulous world of architecture), Eric (doing his computer
'thang), and Sid (finishing up at UF).

And I'll leave you with my favorite Christmas Poem. Name that author.

There was a girl named Abigail

Who was taking a drive

Through the country

With her parents

When she spied a beautiful sad-eyed

Grey and white pony.

And next to it was a sign

That said,

FOR SALE--CHEAP.

"Oh," said Abigail,

"May I have that pony?

May I please?"

And her parents said,

"No you may not."

And Abigail said,

"But I MUST have that pony."

And her parents said,

"Well, you can have a nice butter pecan

Ice cream cone when we get home."

And Abigail said,

"I don't want a butter pecan

Ice cream cone,

I WANT THAT PONY--

I MUST HAVE THAT PONY."

And her parents said,

"Be quiet and stop nagging--

You're not getting that pony."

And Abigail began to cry and said,

"If I don't get that pony I'll die."

And her parents said, "You won't die.

No child ever died yet from not getting a pony."

And Abigail felt so bad

That when she got home she went to bed,

And she couldn't eat,

And she couldn't sleep,

And her heart was broken,

And she DID die--

All because of a pony

That her parents wouldn't buy.



(This is a good story

To read to your folks

When they won't buy

You something you want.)