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D. expressed concern this evening that I was going to call him "crabby" as his father had just done (and with just cause, if I dare say so), and as a consequence of his mood he was unwilling to let me photograph him in his new shirt. That is, until I bribed him.
first the new shirt:
and then the bribe: 
It's hard to hold the camera still when you're trying to press that button, isn't it?
So, my dad can't come to B's graduation because on March 11th, he broke his foot in three places! And has had two reconstructive surgeries, and has to be driven to Vancouver (the Portland suburb, not the Canadian city) twice a week, from his home on the coast. And the girl who ignored my right-of-way at 15th and Villard didn't once glance my direction, despite the great skreetch of my brakes and tires. And Down to Earth didn't have Marta's butterfly book, but maybe their downtown store will. And now I can relax.
first the new shirt:
and then the bribe: It's hard to hold the camera still when you're trying to press that button, isn't it?
So, my dad can't come to B's graduation because on March 11th, he broke his foot in three places! And has had two reconstructive surgeries, and has to be driven to Vancouver (the Portland suburb, not the Canadian city) twice a week, from his home on the coast. And the girl who ignored my right-of-way at 15th and Villard didn't once glance my direction, despite the great skreetch of my brakes and tires. And Down to Earth didn't have Marta's butterfly book, but maybe their downtown store will. And now I can relax.