Sam and Scott are two pals. They share a room and in this picture are just waking up and starting their day.
Sam is almost 8 months old and Scott is two and a half.
Blue-eyed Ellie started piano lessons recently, and Scott wants to be just like her.
Because everybody loves pictures of bullets. It's not enough, but it's a start.
Stegasaurus Jack is playing fall soccer, carrying on the tradition of his older siblings.
Robbie with his newest soccer trick.
I went out to speak at a Patriot Guard event at the Palmyra Moose Club with the great David Bellavia.
Blue-eyed Ellie, Scott and I went for a walk along the Letchworth gorge. Ellie loves the outdoors and Scott loves everything.
The downside of hiking with me is they have to pose for pictures along the way.
It is always touching to see your children's love and concern for one another.
Young Scott is a hoot. He is very mature, thinks he's an adult, and sometimes seems offended when he isn't allowed to drive the minivan.
In the wake of recent bellyaching about the Rochester Police, I've been sure to wear this shirt when running through the city.
I don't want to boast, but, yes, I am a big deal.
First day of school! Ellie going into first, Jack into third and little Robbie started kindergarten.
It's all about the backpack.
Robbie got new school shoes -- Captain America.
Waiting for the bus.
Robbie off to his first day of school.
I worked a day at the Great New York State Fair, and drank eight mini chocolate milks. Very tasty.
Also at the state fair was Brian Dunkelman.
My batter died recently, and this gentleman, Mike, saved me.
On my 50th birthday, my son Lee gave me this pen, which he had made with wood from an apple tree he and I planted together when he was 3.
Aquaman at Jack's Fish Market on Joseph at Avenue D.
Robbie demonstrating his skills.
Here's Shari Smith's college-professor husband. He runs like the winds, and beats me every time.
Oh yeah, the president came to town.
The other day, I needed my secret $100 bill broken. The bank in the lobby of our building couldn't do it. But the kind security guard could.
I got into radio by following this man into a men's room 30 years ago. Gid Sherry was the big star at WHHO/WKPQ and I wanted to know how he did it. He told me as we washed our hands.
Jack and Robbie and I went to a Red Wings game and had the privilege of meeting a bona fide American hero -- the great Gary Beikirch. (I have no idea what was up with the bandanas. Thankfully, they never did it again.)
Young Robbie fell madly in love with the foam finger.
Young Jack wants to become a bat boy.
Believe me, Red Wings, you don't have to remind Robbie.