I got some terrific art for the wife’s birthday yesterday.  http://www.SummerSnowArt.com helped a ton – she was delighted with the prints!

Regards,
Keith

I got to see my daughter Kathryn’s induction into the National Honor Society at the Hamilton HS Fine Arts Center last night.   The ceremony lasted an hour, brief given the number of speakers, many of them current student members of the National Honor Society.  They were fine speakers, too.

Kathryn is ranked first in her (Junior) class at Hamilton.  She’s figured out how to take virtually every Advanced Placement class offered (and they offer many) with the exception of a couple in Art.  Kathryn’s boyfriend Miles sat with her Mom and me.

I got to talk with Don and Susan Kerber afterward.  Susan is the proprietor of www.MaterialInterface.com, and I’ve had the pleasure of working with her for the better part of twenty years.  Her son Andrew, a classmate of Kathryn’s, was also inducted into the National Honor Society.

It was a very nice evening, with great miniature desserts and punch after the ceremony.  Unfortunately, I came right from work and went right back to work, just getting home a half hour or so ago, about 2 a.m..   Busy days at work.  Nice to have such a pleasant break.  Thanks, Kathryn.  I’m glad you’re an extra-fine student.

Regards,
Keith

This coming Monday night my daughter Kathryn will be inducted into the National Honor Society at 7pm at the Fine Arts Theater at Hamilton High School. Kathryn, a Junior, is ranked first in her class.

Regards,
Keith

Lloyd Klein, my Dad, passed away on February 29th this year.  Today he would have been 76 years young.

I miss him every day.  Normally I’d be making plans to leave sometime this afternoon to see him tonight in Black River Falls, a little over a 3 hour drive from here, for a good dinner, then maybe a drink and some music, perhaps a game of pool or two.

He’d listen to all my plans and schemes.  He was a great listener.  He’d go out of his way to meet some friends while I was there and he’d brag some about me and what I was doing.  He was proud of me.  He’d ask about each of the kids, and he’d offer much of the same advice; he should join the service, it’ll make a man out of him, or she’s doing real good in school, she should keep it up.  He’d find time and a teller of jokes to listen to a few and to laugh.

I miss him.  Often.

Happy Birthday, Dad.

Love,
Keith