First Holiday!

Kurtz -

This week we  searched for you in the south, to the land of missions and padres and coyotes. The small chirper is a month old now; high time for a prolonged excursion! The journey started at a disheartening pace, but after taking refuge at Skirball, we proceeded in good time to the judiciary, where the hours-long trip was justified by a minutes-long appearance before the  federal magistrate.

While I scoured the interior, the Lovely One and the chirper searched for the Man at the park and the mall. We were particularly eager to find the Mystery Man on this journey south, if only to congratulate him on the salubrious reports on the brain titleist. Alas, the Man  was not to be found. Perhaps he will understand our sentiments all the same, and understand the respect and joy we have for the brave and fortunate man who came off the conqueror.


The return was a leisurely affair and we stopped at a harbor for fish and chips, the chirper's first.
He dared not sample personally, so we ended up eating for him. As the tale goes, the owner of this establishment gained thirty pounds sampling batters before discovering the perfect flaky crust for his fish. We agreed that he found the perfect recipe.

The journey held other firsts for the chirper: first ship, first train, first bottle collector, and first ice cream cone. He is learning and growing so fast! And after the lessons, a final picture before the long ride home.

Still searching,

- Marlowe.