My grandddaughter Robin is already being inducted into Brooklyn legend and lore. I’m not sure why she is wearing a duck on her head, it’s something they do there. Emma and i are talking about another visit, but visiting New York is both complex and expensive, I’m still trying to figure it out. The one-day journey on the train seems to work best for me, a beautiful ride, a meaningful if too short visit.

Robin is talking up a storm, walking, and making her presence know. She looks great, and no, she does not look like me, nor would anyone wish that on her.