I've got two adult children and don't care to add to the brood at this point in life. That's a good thing, as I'm fairly certain it would be physically impossible after the boat ride on Lake Erie back to Catawba Park just now.
As soon as I can uncurl from the fetal position and quit crying, I'll post some less painful news about a morning observing Aaron Martens.
No, it wasn't windy on Lake Erie today. But the pleasure boats are out in force. If I'd been told to wear a jock strap today, I probably wouldn't be puking right now.