Little Boy Somehow Grew Up

The last time I saw Ken's son, I think he was about 12 years old, and I remember him as this very sweet child who wanted to do everything and experience everything and fit into the big city. We had gone to the Museum of Natural History and then to an Italian restaurant where he was being adventurous and ordered something he'd never eaten  -- I think it was fettucini alfredo -- and thought of himself (in a polite way) as this sophisticated diner.

But now, my sweet little friend has grown up:



Remember the kid you took to the museum of natural history? He is a good fisherman! 75 lbs of prime yellow fin tuna on 30 lb line.