The other Rickie





The Dandy Warhols were great. The Magic Numbers were great. My concert and birthday were great. But the real magic arrived a few weeks ago, the same day I went to see Rickie Lee Jones. We have a new little member of the family, who we named after the illustruous singer/songwriter. It's a good thing we gave "her" a gender-neutral name, becuase "she" turned out to be a boy. Pablo and he adore each other already. Rickie follows him everywhere, and they do everything together --play, sleep, eat, groom. It's adorable!