Something of a personal post on this, the last day of vacation (yes, its back to the office tomorrow). This is my stuffed bear, Aspirin (even as a youngster, I was a smartass). I got him when we lived in Tennessee, around the time I was 5 or 6 years old, which would be around 1967-1968. Over the years, he went from being snuggled in my bed at night, to a shelf, and ultimately a closet, but I always had him around, hoping someday to pass him to one of my own children. Now, I have a little girl of two and a half years old, so I cleaned him up a bit, sewed up his sprung seams, replaced his eyes that had disappeared decades ago, and presented him to my daughter so she can now snuggle him. Perhaps someday, I'll have a grandchild who will hold him.
Well, vacation is said and done. Back to the usual nonsense!