On August 13, my great-grandfather Bobby celebrated his 85th birthday. I also celebrated my 9-week birthday that day. Happy birthday to us! Sadly, my grandfather celebrated his birthday in the hospital. I celebrated my birthday by attending a hearing about our water rates. More about the water later. Let's talk about my grandfather! Here is a photo of him and my mom last September in Dallas. He came to Austin and they made a trip to Dealey Plaza (where Kennedy died). Bobby spent a good amount of time chatting with a fellow who, as a young boy, witnessed what happened there. Like most people, Bobby left the plaza and the museum convinced that there is no possible way Oswald could have committed the crime. I hope to meet Bobby soon so he can tell me interesting stories about places he has been (Alaska, South Pacific, South America etc). Maybe he will come here, or I will go to Washington or Florida to see him. He probably would have come here in his motorhome to see me this summer if he hadn't been sick. He is going to think I am the cutest baby in the world. When I am older, he and I can eat waffles and strawberries together - and cookies for dessert! No matter where he goes to eat for breakfast, he always compares his waffles to the ones at the Cornerhouse. He has been eating at the Cornerhouse since he started working as a lineman for the City forever ago. Back to the Kennedys . . . most people probably don't know that my name was going to be Kennedy Anne had I been a girl. My parents didn't finalize names until they were en route to the hospital to have me; it became apparent on Fitzhugh Road that there wasn't much time left to mess around with names! Happy birthday, Bobby. I will see you soon. Feel better!
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