October 21, 2005  Dear New Job of Tony's          October 20,
2005  Twisted Catholic Guilt  From time to time I take a break
in the professional nature of this weblog to bring you a real-
life story from the bowels of my family.  That is why I am
taking this opportunity to tell you a story. It is a story that
in any ordinary life might be an unstory. But here, listen
anyway.  Last week Jenna and her 14-month-old near-brother
((she's changed his diaper and rocked him to sleep; I was there
-- and I mean there -- when he was born)), who is the son of my
friend, were eating dorritos. And I mean, NACHO CHEESE dorritos.
In fact, they were so cheesy by 7:00 that we stuck them in the
jaccuzi, at which time the baby covered himself in bubbles and
Jenna made him a dome-shape hat out of suds, then put a white
beard on his chin. He screeched and threw suds at her. We
watched and laughed. She even made headway in teaching him how
to swim--it's a big, big jaccuzi.  In fact she had so much fun
that she spoke out loud about