My oldest son is in the process of finishing his first short film. He wrote it, directed, and acted in a few scenes. Slasher flick: chainsaws, blood and mayhem. Also a little romance. Proud of him. Not the kind of thing I write, but why should it be?

He and his crew recently filmed a few night scenes at a friend’s farm. I helped out. After the shoot we celebrated with a cookout, and leaps over the fire–inspired by a dare from me. Whole crew followed suit. All worked out: no singed sneakers.