Substitute a glass of cubes, vodka, tonic and some take-out Indian food on the other side of this display window and the phrase, "Like father, like son," might come to mind.
Mr. O is all about the trains. "Choo-choo trains," to be exact.
For much of my childhood, I had an affection for all vehicles sporting sirens and lights. I also was lucky enough to live within sight from my parents' bedroom window of a busy street with frequent emergency vehicle sightings.
So, in the middle of the night, when emergencies were happening, the sirens would wake me and I would sprint across the upstairs, through my parents' room and watch for the lights passing in the distance.
Today, Mr. O lives probably 500 yards from a train track with frequent freight train traffic. When you look through the trees in the park that separates our house from the tracks, you can catch a couple train cars at a time speeding by. And, at about 2 a.m. and 6 a.m., the horns sound in the distance and the window panes start to rattle, just a bit. A few nights back, I heard Mr. O say from his bed, "choo choo train, choo choo train."
Once those bars come off his bed, he'll be sprinting to the window... like father, like son.
Obvious from the picture to the left, a couple weeks back, we went to the zoo. 
Oh, the fun you can have with a $3 pair of sunglasses.
In what might have been the low point of my academic life, a college professor once grumbled at me, "Words, words, words. Mr. Resch, you will make an excellent journalist because you have mastered the art of writing about absolutely nothing."
Substitute a glass of cubes, vodka, tonic and some take-out Indian food on the other side of this display window and the phrase, "Like father, like son," might come to mind.
"'Roni on the stove. 'Bob the Builder' on the tube. A nice apple juice chilling in the fridge. Cool leather on the skin. Bein' two's ok."
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