I am a clinical psychologist, photographer, editor of local Rotarian award winning newsletter, behavioral scientist and author of The Belt Theory of Juvenile Delinquency. I have one wife, 2 dogs, 4 children and 4 grand children. One daughter is a gifted artist; the other three (2 boys and a girl) are just medical doctors. Oh yes. I am a jack Mormon. You can look that one up.
Rotary scholarship winner, Yasin Binda (right) is apparently telling a shocking deep, dark, secret to Rotary President Allison Fulton (left). We discovered that Yasin is not perfect, once having kept a library book for two days beyond its due date.
We saw this mother and child exploring our backyard, in Redding, Connecticut just before Thanksgiving. The tyke turkey would lag behind it's mom, checking things out, then quickly run up to her, before further exploration. When one turns to that steaming bird on the Thanksgiving dining room table, It makes one hope that tom turkeys are less important to their kids than are the moms.
The owner of Barrett Roofing, John Luccesi, encouraged the young man to his left to check on the viability of his roof, at a Rotary dinner dance. The young man, student Josh Gregorio, explained that he has no house, and therefore no roof.
The Catholic Charities Team, at Rotary's Annual Spelling Bee, is confused by a word that does not exist. Nevertheless, inspired by a voice from above, they spelled it correctly, and went on to tie for first place.
Don't eat those potato chips before you carefully scan them. They often exhibit remarkable imagry worth remembering--The watchword? Look before you munch.
If you are a little dog, you should stay away from large meat eating creatures. The Tyrannosaurus Rex is one of those creatures small dogs should prudently avoid. The image is on a tree, in Redding, Connecticut.
I like the lady and her dog in matching "hoods." The second lady is obviously worried. A shaven dog suggests all is not well with Fido. I think the dog in the hood would swallow the other dog whole if he were given the chance. When one enters the office of the vet, one enters no-mans-land for potential animal interactions.