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I recently came across a envelope full of old photos of my mom when she was a child. A relative had sent them to me after she passed away, and I guess I was not ready to look at them at the time. Now I see in the photos a beautiful child posing in front of a quaint south Boston brownstone, alongside relatives or friends whose faces I do not recognize. I remember my Irish family members as so much older than the folks pictured there. They were all characters who loved to sip whiskey and sing songs of the old country, but you would never know that looking at their stern, stiff expressions in the photos. I wonder what they were doing and saying just before the photos were taken, and I wish their names were listed on the backs. It would help me distinguish between my endless relatives named Mary.

I'll preface this column by saying I love my parents.

Early in June, Daniel Pierce was biking along the Sawyer Camp trail above Crystal Springs Reservoir (near Burlingame) when he was startled to come upon a bobcat kitten along the wayside. The tiny animal was weak, starving, possibly sick and could barely stand. Daniel was worried that the kitten was orphaned and might die if not rescued. He quickly called several local wildlife centers for advice on how to handle the situation and was told to contact the Wildlife Education and Rehabilitation Center in Morgan Hill because WERC is nationally renowned for rehabilitating orphaned bobcat kittens.

It's that time of the year again for one of Gilroy's most