Okay, this makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. A company named KRYPTONITE makes a SUPERMAN lock. Am I crazy, but it doesn't stand a chance of working.




I did buy the Batman lock, though. I couldn't resist. Criminals don't stand a chance, right.



Here are two other cool Batman things I saw recently that I would have bought you when you were alive. Right up your alley or Batcave.

I was excited to see that they had new super hero stamps at the post office.



I was even more excited when I found these in the bin that was in the garage. These are photos of the 3 astonauts who flew on Apollo 11. They were the first mission to the moon. On the photos are stamps that were issued to commemorate the lunar landing. They are marked "First Day of Issue." I bet they are worth a lot.

I had a lot of cool pictures of astronauts when I was growing up because our friend Mr. Medway worked as NASA. I showed all of this to Jack tonight and he was definitely more impressed by the Marvel Comics super hero stamps. I said the astronauts are super heros too, but that didn't register.

I did this Super Hero quiz. I will do one answering for you. It seems I was pretty far from being Batman. You will do better. We'll see.

Your results:
You are Green Lantern

Green Lantern 95% Superman 90% Spider-Man 80% The Flash 80% Robin 70% Supergirl 65% Iron Man 60% Hulk 55% Wonder Woman 50% Catwoman 45% Batman 40%

Hot-headed. You have strong will power and a good imagination.

Click here to take the "Which Superhero am I?" quiz...

This is a video from the Super Hero party that we had a few weeks ago at Georgetown. Hackensack and Minnesota had parties too. The party was in the Lombardi clinic, but this movie is from upstairs on the 5th floor. We took the party to the kids who were in isolation and couldn't come to clinic.





"Henry's spirit will live on."

We went out to the cemetery on Sunday. The weather was really nice. We visited Zack Klein, who is so close to you now. I tried to help Zack's mom and dad get something special on his headstone. Unfortunately, it isn't going to happen. I can understand why, but it is still a disappointment.

The next thing that I am trying to make happen is making sure Molly and her mom meet Jon Bon Jovi. That should happen in July. I cannot fail. I'll keep you posted.

I have been spending a lot of time organizing our pictures. There is (are?) a ton. Which is good. I am going to make a big "Henry at St. Michaels" photo book to put out there. I am going to match pictures of you taken in St. Michaels with nice pictures of birds and trees and things that we've taken out there.

Last week was a tough Henry week. Mom and I spent a lot of time thinking of you and crying. Mom rewrote one of the chapters of her book and it is great. It is about you and Bella. All that came from nowhere. I am glad it happened.

Sunday night might be my favorite time of the week. Tonight I got to sit in the bathroom and watch Joe take a shower. I tell him a number, letter or shape and he writes or draws it with his finger in the mist on the shower door. All the while he is humming "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath. Your brothers are interesting pieces of work.

We are going to Zack Klein's funeral tomorrow. He was an incredibly sweet kid. I feel terrible for his parents and his sisters. I called to see if I could sit with his body but they had enough people, which is a good thing. I sat with Grandma or Aunt Ida, and parents from JPDS sat with you. You stay with the body at the funeral home and read psalms so they are never alone.



On Friday, March 2, 2007, of Bethesda, MD. Beloved son of Greg and Cynthia Klein; beloved brother of Janie and Lily; cherished grandson of Marty and Stephanie Klein, Audrey Horowitz and of the late William Horowitz.

He is also survived by many other loving relatives and friends. Funeral services will be held on Monday, March 5 10:30 a.m. at Congregation Beth El of Montgomery County, 8215 Old Georgetown Rd., Bethesda, MD. Interment Judean Memorial Gardens, Olney, MD. Shiva to be annouced at service.

If you would like to make a donation in Zachary's honor please contact A-T Children's Project at: www.atcp.org Arrangments by HINES-RINALDI FUNERAL HOME INC., Under Jewish Funeral Practices Committee of Greater Washington.


From: parents-owner@mail.jpds.org [mailto:parents-owner@mail.jpds.org] On Behalf Of Julie Fisher
Sent: Sunday, March 04, 2007 2:44 PM
To: parents@jpds.org; staff@jpds.org; alumniparents@jpds.org
Subject: [parents] Additional information about Klein Shiva

The funeral for Zachary Klein, son of Cynthia and Greg Klein, brother of Janie and Lily Klein, will be held at Beth El at 10:30AM tomorrow (Monday).

Internment immediately following at Judean Gardens.

Tomorrow (Monday) beginning around 1:30PM and continuing until 7:00PM the Kleins will be receiving visitors at the home of

Stephen and Susan Sherman
8004 Westover Road
Bethesda, MD 20814

Tuesday, shiva will be from 6:30-8:30PM at the home of Cynthia and Greg Klein

8302 Garfield Street
Bethesda, MD 20817
301-986-8662

Also on Friday, Cousin Adam and Lori had a baby. His name is Nathan Goldberg. I wanted to name you Nathan Goldberg, but Mom said "no way." My grandfather was named Nathan. I thought Nathan and Nate are good names. Mom thought otherwise -- so you were Henry.

This has been an incredibly full weekend.

Cousin Ron -- Nathan's uncle -- Diane, Zoe and Mia all came over for brunch on Saturday morning. Bill, Cristina, Sophia, James and Isabel came over too. It was crazy and fun. They all live so close in Virginia, McLean and Arlington, and we hardly see them. We made a deal that we'd all get together for brunch at least once a month at someone's house.

On Friday night, Sid, Linda, Ari, Helaine, Jake, Abby, Susan, Simon and Alex all came over for Shabbat dinner. We are truly one big, funny family. Last night we went to the Megillah reading at Adas Israel for Purim. Everyone got dressed up. I think my favorite was Jake wearing a cheerleader uniform.

Jack is in the sweatshirt, Joe is a Redskin, Max is an IDF soldier and Ari is just looking suave.




Today, after Joe's baseball practice (he has been asked to be the bat boy for the 6th grade JPDS baseball team),



we went to Georgetown for a Hope for Henry Superhero Party. It was in the atrium outside of the outpatient clinic at the Lombardi Center. There were a lot of families there. They came to the hospital on a Sunday which is saying a lot.

Mom did such a wonderful job that she definitely made it worth the trip on a "non-clinic" day for all of the families because the kids had a great time.

Here is a slideshow of the event.

March 07 Hope for Henry Superhero Party

After everything was in full swing, we went up to the 5th floor to bring some of the party to the kids who couldn't leave their rooms. While we were in the hallway, a mom and her son were walking out but stopped to introduce themselves. She said that Hope for Henry had really made a difference for her son. We gave him an XM radio. The mom told us that she and her son had read an article about you. The son was cured of his cancer, and they were leaving the hospital that very moment to go home for good. Talk about timing.

Everyone started crying. It was an incredible moment.

There was another amazing moment right after that. Mom went into the room of a kid who had just come in minutes before by Medstar helicopter. The pilot and the EMT workers were still on the floor filling out paperwork. The kid had brought a Spiderman toy with him on the helicopter, so you can guess how excited he was to get a bunch of other Spiderman and superhero toys and treats.

A nurse was in the boy's room and when he found out that Mom was your mom, he said that "Henry's spirit is truly living on through all of the good work of the Foundation." He said a ton of really nice things about you and about the Foundation.

While I was on the floor I read a quote tacked up on one of the bulletin boards. It was something that Abraham Lincoln said. And that was back when Presidents of the United States actually wrote their own stuff. He said,

"To ease another's heartache is to forget one's own."

This poem is by a boy who came to the Superhero celebration last weekend.

On Sunday we had a big Hope for Henry event at the AFI Silver Theatre in Silver Spring, which is near where Aunt Tracey and Uncle Andrew live. We showed superhero cartoons and Batman, Superman and Wonderwoman were there. Kenny Curtis, who I worked with at XM, was with us too. He and Jack did a superhero trivia contest and we had a costume parade. I think it was a lot of fun for the parents and the kids.

Since most of the kids came in costume it made me think of the superhero party we had when we all left for Minnesota and your transplant.

People brought superhero toys for us to give to the kids in the hospital. We also raised a lot of money for the Foundation. One of the young people we helped spoke to everyone. She was a patient at Georgetown and now is more than a year out.

It was very emotional.

We will probably do this every year. Mom did a great job on this event. She is amazing.

Our buddy Hugh is who drew this great Hope for Henry superhero. We got a letter from DC Comics because they didn't like that we were using the word "superhero" because they own it. Crazy, huh, especially since everyone bought so many DC Comics action figures for the kids in the hospital.

Hey Hen. We are down in Florida for vacation. I am sitting in the car next to the Starbucks outside of South Seas Island Resort in Captiva. As I started to type this, I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw this guy, Ted Koppel, who introduced the Nightline story about you that John Donvan did. Everything comes back to you.

He was walking to his car with his son carrying cups of coffee. Jack drinks stuff from Starbucks. I think that is crazy, but Mom says it's fine. I guess it is because I have never had coffee. Mom says that Jack drinks something that is just like hot chocolate.

So I am here looking at my email because we are going to send out an invitation to all our friends for a big Hope for Henry Superhero Party early next month. I am waiting to send that out.



When we were landing in Florida I said to Mom that this is the last place that was a "Henry Place," that we haven't been to since you died. The beach, the Dolphins, the alligators, Ding Darling, manatees, the shelling, you and Jack and me playing pirates, you singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star over and over again. I am thinking about all of those things that remind me of when we were here with you and Jack. Every time we drive by the stadium in Fort Meyers I say, "that's where Henry met Cal Ripken." I remember how you hit your first golf balls in the driving net they have set up at South Seas. That place was beat up real bad by Hurricane Charlie but now they are rebuilding. We are staying somewhere else this time around.

For Hanukkah I bought video iPod, put every movie we have of you on it and gave it to Mommy. She really liked that. The funny thing is she bought me the same thing for my birthday. She bought it a while ago because she had them write something on it. Of course the first thing I did was put all those same movies of you on mine. I have it here. There are two videos from two different trips we made here all together. So you're here with us, kinda.

I am going to get back to everyone now. Nana and Papa are here, and so are Uncle Andrew, Aunt Tracey, Sam and Emma. It is raining but that is okay 'cause we're all together.

I love you.

Last week was a week of firsts. On Thursday, Jack had his first saxophone lesson, and on Friday, Joe had his first real baseball game.

Jack had been wanting to learn to play my grandfather's, your great-grandfather's saxophone. I am sure you saw it. It was down in the basement in the black case. Jack has blown on it from time to time, but he wanted to learn how to play it for real. It is a beautiful instrument. It is silver. When Jack blows on it I think of Lisa Simpson.



Speaking of the Simpson's, that is about the only cartoon Jack is interested in anymore. Jack, Joe and I went to see a cartoon movie about baseball called, Everyone's Hero. Joe loved it, of course, but Jack was kinda bored. He is at the point where he prefers live action movies over cartoons. Realizing that made me sad, but that's life.

Jack, Mr. Grownup, is already thinking of the band that he can form with his buddies. I'd love for him to be in a band someday. I don't have a musical bone in my body, but I love listening to Mom and Jack play the piano.

And your little guy Joe finally got a chance to show his stuff. He is on the Pirates in the Capitol City Little League. Originally the team was the Red Sox but they changed it for some reason. Too bad.



The team is for 5-7 year olds but since Joe is almost 5 years old I figured he'd be okay. There are other 4 year olds on the team. We know a lot of the other parents already so that's nice.



Joe played really well. He got two hits and made it home. I am glad he is playing with a whole team now. He has lots of talent but he needs to learn about being a good sport and a good teammate. I tell him all the time that he needs to listen to his coaches. He isn't a very good listener and that is frustrating. Hopefully it is just me he doesn't listen to.



Here are two nice things I heard the past few days. During the game, right after Joe got a hit that went past the infield, the two coaches for his team said, "Who's his dad?" They were impressed with how far Joe can hit and they were thinking that someone is giving Joe good coaching.

I said I was Joe's dad, but I couldn't take any credit. That is the truth. He was born with great skills (something he got from Mom, not me) and he works very, very hard. But, of course, I was smiling inside.

Then on Sunday, Joe and I were playing baseball on the Mall near the Washington Monument. Joe insists on practicing all the time because he wants to be a professional ballplayer some day. Well a passerby who was watching him hit yelled over to me, "That kid will take care of your retirement." They meant that he's so good he'll play pro ball some day and make a lot of money.

If this was back when I was growing up I would think he might have a shot one day to play in the Major Leagues. But these days things are out-of-control crazy and parents start grooming -- which means getting them ready -- their kids for sports when they are super duper young. So I don't know if just being good is good enough any more.

Joe is only 4. Maybe next year he'll want to be an astronaut and not a big leaguer. What would be nice is if he coaches little kids when he grows up. And hopefully the kids he coaches will learn to be good listeners.

I just wrote to Jack at camp. I want to try to write to him while he is away as much as I write to you.

Here is the letter I sent Jack. I typed it on my computer. I hope that isn't cheating. They have this cool software that makes your own handwriting into a font on the computer. I might invest in that.

They have these great new cartoon superhero stamps and Hank Greenberg stamps. I am going to get some to use on these letters.

Dear Jack:

Whassup big man? How is camp? Do you like your bunk? Do they use Hebrew words for a lot of stuff?

Have you been giving the waiters in the Chadar Ochel a hard time?

Question: At lunch, what did Obi-Wan say to Luke?
Answer: "Use the forks, Luke."

What foods are you eating? Do they have peanut butter or is that not okay because kids are allergic to it? Do they have you eating scrambled eggs and stuff you don’t normally eat?

Question: What is Tony Hawk's favorite cereal?
Answer: Trix!

Are you loving bug juice? Do they serve bug juice. That is all we drank when I went to camp.

Have you made any new friends? Where are the guys in your bunk from – New York, New Jersey, Massachusetts?

Did you bring your mitt? Are you getting a chance to play baseball? What other sports are there?

Things are pretty much the same here at home. Joe is still squeaking and squealing.

Question: What kind of animal needs oiling?
Answer: A mouse, because it squeaks!

He misses you a lot. He is having a sleepover at Joshua’s tonight. He is really excited.

Mom and I are going out to dinner for pizza with Rich and Jill tonight. It will be weird without both of you there when we come home.

Question: How do you fix a broken pizza?
Answer: Tomato paste!

I had lunch with Hugh today. He said Liam had a blast at camp. They are going to the beach for all of next week. I will miss him.

Question: What did the Pacific Ocean say to the Atlantic Ocean?
Answer: Nothing -- they just waved!

Hey, are you listening to your iPod? Do the other kids have them too?

Question: Where can you find 50 Cent and Eminem?
Answer: In between your sofa's cushions!

Remember that if there is stuff that you aren’t that great at doing (at first), like tetherball (I was awful), ask one of the counselors or an older kid for tips. People like teaching other people what they know. Keep practicing is another way to get good at something.

I love you so much. All the way to Joe’s Uranus and back.

Write when you get a chance.

Love,

Dad

p.s. Mom told me she sent you a whole bunch of stuff. Is there anything else you need us to send you?