Why, yes, I do have a son.

My son, David, doesn't make many appearances on my blog, because he doesn't make many appearances in front of the camera.  He probably prefers not to be on the blog, but can't avoid it forever.  Right now, I'm in
Boston, sitting in a coffee shop, reminded of David, the coffee shop enthusiastic / English major.  He'd love this place - brick walls, heavy wooden door with brass fittings, old overstuffed mismatched furniture, wood plank floor partially covered by worn oriental rugs, local characters talking loudly with Boston accents, and the radio playing pretty good music.