"Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other. It is the place of confidence. It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts. It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule." - Frederick W Robertson
My mother, Sharon, recently celebrated the second birthday of her extremely successful business, the RehabGYM. Despite the number of new employees she hires, her schedule always seems to fill up with patients, leaving very little time to manage the affairs of the business and work on various construction jobs. However, she makes a valiant effort to maximize family time while we're all home for the summer.
My brother, Karl, is pursuing a post-graduate degree in biochemistry from MIT in Massachusetts. He still comes home for holidays and the occasional random visit, but apparently he's pretty busy there in graduate school. Don't try to reach him in the evenings, though, because he's usually on the phone with his lovely girlfriend, Rebecca.
My sister, Anna, is in her second year at Cornell, which is conveniently close. We find some times to get together, but we both have fairly hectic schedules. She's recently developed a strong addiction to the somewhat popular sports of hiking and kayaking, so hopefully she'll find a few folks in western New York who will join her on some excursions.
My father, Paul, lives in Williston as well, a few miles from my house. He's a very busy man who is very dedicated to his work, but he makes time to stay in touch with his three children. We spend some of the summer with him on his Lightning and at his (ahem, rented) camp at Lake Dunmore.