Sometimes My Sister Makes Me Laugh

Just as she did today with her "Tombstone Generator." I found this tombstone in the cemetery at Christ Church Frederica. Today, it seems particularly appropriate.
Certainly, there has been much laughter in our lives - from when we were children and stuffing our Panamanian purses full of cool junk so that we could play show and tell to playing Marine Boy and Neptina. As we got older, we started telling each other a "Henny for a Penny" and later found ourselves creating imaginary wild cats with our friends Emily and Hilda Stambuk.
And, despite the fact we nearly came to blows in college over whether children are born "tabula rasa" or with some genetic instincts, we still found ourselves cracking up, as we sang into our pens at McDonald's, "grab a bucket and mop . . ." as we closed the restaurant.
These days, we have years and years of humor to build on and once again, we often found ourselves laughing during her all-too-brief visit to St. Simons Island.
So . . . "Kikaida . . . changee, changee, go go go go! Go! Go! Go!


Kikaida

Kimba and Kitty

Marine Boy