This afternoon I was posing in the snow thousands of feet high on the edge of a mountain in Scotland.
Now i'm drinking authentic aged Scotch. Much warmer.
I leave tomorrow for Dublin only for a night with my authentic Scottish Robertson kilt (yes my last name is Scottish) Off back home on Friday. As much as i'll miss it here, I cant wait to see my little man and squeeze him.
I'll return soon.
Summer Days at Rockaway Beach, New York, 1950
5 hours ago