This is the sad story of my Victoria godsons,
Geoffrey and Christopher, who fully expect to inherit all my wealth
when I'm finally done in by Mike Harris and his gang.
Unfortunately, they seem to have forgotten the cardinal rule of
prospective heirs - kiss butt! Even e-mail is almost impossible to
get out of them. So, this is my revenge, until they wise up!
Respectively born in 1966 and 1968, Geoff and Chris are no longer
in the first flowering of youth, although both are quite
presentable, as you'll see. Geoff is a computer wiz, Chris is
contuing his university studies, sort of. See them advance through
the ages. What's that? Oh yes, no, they can't sing, and they're
only intermittently funny!!
To see "the boys" in all their glory, click on
the small images.
Chris in New Brunswick, 1975
I have now heard from one of them; the
explanations were inventive - but not good enough to make me stop.
So, ... we skip ahead a few years. See, I said they were cute,
Looking for a
in Niagara Falls, 1989
Well, over the past few years things have changed quite a
bit. Age is creeping up on them. One is a hard-working home owner
(with mortgages, of course), the other has advanced from a
"computer whizkid" to a successful "IT specialist".
- February 2, 1997
Last Update - January 20, 2010