Double Dipping I received a message from Adam today. It seems that life has gotten away from me recently. While I don't feel as though I mourn the absence of my Uncle Dave, once in a while, I find myself overcome with the frustration of really wanting to tell him something, but not being able to. Like this: Hey Uncle Dave, I found something of yours over Christmas. It quite literally fell into my lap. I think a lot of people might want it. But I hold it close to my heart so they won't be too mad when they see it eventually. Imagine this coincidence, on the same day that Adam emails me, my dad sends me this picture (for which he risked his life on the 110 no doubt). And aside from the fact that I'm SURE you're morally opposed to cell phone camera filters, did he do a fantastic job of framing this baby? Anyway, just thinking of you. I know you're probably mad about the Pirates in October, but I'm sure you gave David's Grandma a high-five on her Giants win. You'll gett'em next year! I miss you. Love, Char P.S. Should we be worried that it looks like my dad has an instagram?