My nephew Philip Anderson munching Brazilian grillades
in early September
while his Dad looks on amused:

And a poem he sent me, highly appreciated
by his classmates in middle school:
By Philip Anderson
There it was
My beat up locker
It stood out from the others
With old homework
And rotten candy bars
Chewed up soggy gum
Ripped up papers
And stinky shoes
Overdue books
And broken coat hooks
The lock was jammed
The paint scraped off
The inside torn apart!
There it was
It stood out from the others
My messy messy locker.