Roni proves that she can cook with the best of 'em as she fires up the barbecue on Father's Day. Photo by Glenn.
Let this be a lesson to you, dear reader: Don't sip soda over your computer keyboard. A thorough cleaning was in order to save Ben's carbonated input device. Photo by Glenn.
Ben occasionally looks up from his GameBoy, and we have the proof! Photo by Glenn.
We went to war for this? If you drive, you already know that gas ain't cheap. If you drive in California, then you know gas doesn't get much more expensive than in the Bay Area. One of our local stations displays the sorry state of affairs on June 28. Photo by Glenn.
We're at Oakley-Antioch Regional Shoreline now, and Ben has found a comfy log to sit on near the Delta's edge. Photo by Glenn.
The Antioch Bridge stretches like a rainbow across the San Joaquin River, beckoning us landlubbers to the pot of gold that surely awaits on the other side. Where's a boat when you need one? Photo by Glenn.
Just a few fishermen on the pier today. This is what once was the Antioch Bridge before the larger span was built sometime in the '70s. Photo by Glenn.
Who needs water when you've got free fruit to eat? Ben discovers the ripening blackberries near the water's edge. Photo by Glenn.
That's a mighty convenient hole in that chainlink fence, don't you agree? Photo by Glenn.
We neglected to bring buckets, so a little improvising on Ben's part creates a basket to hold his berry collection. This is why God invented Tide. Photo by Glenn.
You can judge for yourself how ripe the berries were. They're supposed to be black. Maybe just a few more weeks until the best picking. Photo by Glenn.
One thing about this park the bridge dwarfs everything. And this is just the approach from the toll plaza. Photo by Glenn.
It's late in the afternoon and our shadows grow to giant-size proportions. Time for one last game of catch before we pack it in for the day. Photo by Glenn.
Bet you can't guess how old Glenn is. A little pineapple upside down cake will make the transition to 39 a little sweeter. Photo by Glenn.
Take a deep breath, buddy. Research shows that lung capacity is greatly reduced the closer one gets to 40. (Yeah, we're just kidding about that. It actually starts around 10 in our house.) Photo by Roni.
The best thing about 39 is that we stop aging. True. Ever notice how many 39-year-olds are running around out there? Photo by Roni.
This is our Independence Tree, so named because we planted it July 4, 1997, the year we bought our home. The tree a fruitless mulberry is now 7 and we still haven't figured out yet how to kill it. Photo by Glenn.
The fireworks explode on the western horizon as we watch Antioch's July 4 display. Photo by Glenn.
Here's the extension to the cobblestone path along our driveway. We have just added 40 new stones, which can easily be seen if you look to the right of the car tire. Everything to the right of the dirt spot and back is the new stuff. Photo by Glenn.
Roni completes the landscaping project by adding mulch to the barren dirt along the driveway. Photo by Glenn.