Sorry I've been out of touch recently, but life is hard when fans are swarming you, even on your day off. For the Mom's birthday I took her to one of my favorite spots, Central Park. The paparazzi, they followed me. I tried to run away, (and I do run really fast, the Dad calls me "Flash") but one nice lady paparazzi, she was on me like honey on a honeycomb. Hmm, that sounds good. Her name was Claudette Ginter, by the way, and she sent these pics.