Teach a boy to fish . . .

. . . and presto! You have a picture that's perfect for posting years later on a Throwback Thursday.

Because that's just what little Mike Taylor, M and J's grandson, did with his very first catch--he threw it back!

Me--I'da scarfed that sucker down in a big hurry. But I wasn't there. (M was. In fact, he got to record the event for posterity.)

That adventure took place long ago in the historical period known as "Yore." Today little Mike Taylor is an Air Force second lieutenant pursuing a doctorate in physical therapy through Baylor University at Fort Sam Houston, in San Antonio, Texas. And he ain't so little anymore. For proof, here's how he spends his free time these days (but without the beard):

Yes, that's 578.7 pounds he's picking up. Ouch! Physical therapist, heal thyself!

I love the flower girl . . .

. . . who turned 20 just today.

Isn't it amazing how time slips away?

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANNABELLE!

Mike and I will see you in the funny papers.

This morning's comics brought something of Mike to the table and also a glimmer of yours truly.

While I like to write blog posts because they're mostly short (which matches my attention span), M goes for a longer form called the unfinished novel. Today's "Dilbert" gives us a peek at how his mind works:

And in "The Family Circus," I could play this kid in the movie:

Don't just run your mouth, boy. Jump on up there!