The Edmondson Blog

When I was young, my grandfather who we all called Pop allowed me to join "The Pop Club" along with my brother. This comprised of secret meetings under the stairs, Pop Club boxes full of presents left for us in Sarasota, secret coded messages and a unique handshake (a rub of the index finger knuckle during the shake). All the cousins eventually joined this secretive sect and we're currently in the process of reviving it. I've even set up a website to collect our old thoughts and photos. Click here to see the website. More info to follow.