Tina’s out tonight setting up her Artomatic installation, while I’m at home with the girls.  Rachel and Anya are running around the house with buckets on their heads, singing the tune to “Here comes the bride.”  It’s kind of funny.

My dad, who died in 1993 and never heard of the Internet, is listed on a Web site of dead Airforce airmen.  There are pictures, which are credited to my mother.  It’s strange to see him there.