Frequently, we here at Stevereads are called upon to observe the end of things - the end of some friend or author's life, the end of some young writer's career, once we've taken him out for a spin in the park, etc. Far too seldom are we ever given the opportunity to acknowledge the beginning of something, or someone.
So it's with pardonable pleasure that we hail the timely arrival of young child into our midst! Yes, it turns out his proud young parents, our friends Tyler and Betsy from out West-a-ways, have undergone some kind of human mitosis-like process and spawned, and of course they named the infant Steve, as is only fitting. We offer a fond wish for the tyke's happiness and good health, and we add a little secular prayer that he grows up as sunnily lovable as his mother - and maybe just a tad less spittle-fleckingly, vein-throbbingly rageful as his father.
