It has been 27 years since this:
Posing in front of various New York City sites in August, 2002: Times Square, day; Times Square, night; in front of some unnamed building; in front of an overly optimistic statue at the UN.
He played around with graphic design.
He had a brief career as a knitwear model.
He was helpful: running the snowblower,
gardening for his mother.
He graduated from high school.
He became a dedicated and enthusiastic bicyclist…
…even after having a serious argument with a car door on Lyndale Avenue in Minneapolis.
His sense of humor has never wavered.
I am proud to call him my son.
Happy Birthday, Matthew! I can certainly see why you’re proud of such a fine young man, and hope his next trip around the sun is an excellent one.
Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday Matthew!! And, I am afraid to see the car door!!
Happy Birthday to Matthew!
Congratulations to you, and happy birthday to Matthew!
Happy Birthday! May each year get better and better!
Happy Birthday, Matthew! (Your Mom is really something. . . )
Your son the cyclist! that was some car door accident oh my