Five to Nine Five. Five is better than Four. Five, at home, with Lisa. The world through a tiny hole. Five, at home, with Lisa. Five. If I let go of this tree, it will fall over. Five, in New Brunswick. Why am I in New Brunswick? Five, in N.B., “Mom, a car is coming!” Five, in N.B. Don’t worry Lisa, I’ll protect you. Five. Life is good. Six. Now we are six. Six, with Lisa. Six, is this all there is? Eight, at home with Mom and Lisa. Eight, his Christmas note to Grampa Porter. Nine, grand head-standing. Nine, with Mom and Lisa on Signal Hill. Nine, hamming on Signal Hill. Nine, hamming on Signal Hill, still Nine, with very patient Mom. Nine, learning the ropes. Nine, Rodin’s inspiration. Nine, with Lisa Nine, with Lisa,on the Road to Blackhead. Nine, not fishing off Cape St. Mary’s. Nine, at home. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading...