Dunham Family and My Stroke Story!

I started to blog in June of 2008 mainly as a sort of a diary to keep my memories of my son. I knew that time would pass to quickly. And it has. I wrote this post on June 18, 2008 with this photo: “Though Ethan is expressing his individuality and independence -- often proclaiming "I can do it myself" or "I need my privacy" or "I want to ride down the street alone," there are times when he is a daddy's boy and wants nothing more than to curl up in my lap. There's really nothing better than that, and I know the years will rush by. I'm enjoying these special moments as I can.” That sentiment has not changed despite the years. As he approaches his teen years, I relish the special moments we share. On Saturday, my son and I spent the day doing just stuff. We both got haircuts. Our wonderful barber mentioned that Ethan is getting taller every time he gets a haircut.  He is 12 years old and about 5’5”.  Of course we all laughed that his hairc

I went to Burger King today, December 1, 2017. I had a "Whopper." Nothing happened. So, why do a blog post about it? Well, this was the first time I went to that specific Burger King on Overland and Orchard in Boise, ID since Christmas Eve in 1974. The difference is 15,683 days. On Christmas Eve Day in 1974, my brother took me to that Burger King. It was supposed to be a quick lunch because we are finishing last minute Christmas shopping. After that, we drove to our dad's house, the trouble started to "brew." In other words, both of us got food poisoning. It was a Whopper! I remember moaning for a couple of days. Our mother was the champion of grudges. I had a grudge against Burger King for decades. Nevertheless, it might be another 15,683 days for me to have another Whopper again. I am my mom's son after all. Grudges, food poisonings when you are 13 years old, and ruining my Christmas still reverberates through the years.