Every family has ’em.
Piles of throw-away snapshots that you can’t bear to throw away. Before digital cameras, our generation put every picture — no matter how bad — into a photo album. After all, they were precious – and we shelled out big bucks to have them developed.
Then there are the CLASSICS. The ones you should have thrown away, but instead you frame them. This one is ours.
Think about it, we thought we were sitting for a lovely family portrait. Clearly, all heck is breaking loose and none of us could… CONTINUE READING >>
Every family has ’em.
Piles of throw-away snapshots that you can’t bear to throw away. Before digital cameras, our generation put every picture — no matter how bad — into a photo album. After all, they were precious – and we shelled out big bucks to have them developed.
Then there are the CLASSICS. The ones you should have thrown away, but instead you frame them. This one is ours.
Think about it, we thought we were sitting for a lovely family portrait. Clearly, all heck is breaking loose and none of us could… CONTINUE READING >>
Traveling low to the ground is our style of getting around. We’re not big on throwing money into all inclusive resorts, hate being told what to do and enjoy meeting the “real people” at our chosen destinations. It’s all about discovering things for ourselves and jumping into the culture at hand. No set plans…
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Traveling low to the ground is our style of getting around. We’re not big on throwing money into all inclusive resorts, hate being told what to do and enjoy meeting the “real people” at our chosen destinations. It’s all about discovering things for ourselves and jumping into the culture at hand. No set plans…
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Thirty nine years!
As my darling wife of thirty-three of those would say, “That’s almost forty!”
That got me thinking, if ever there was a quintessential picture of bad hair and silly seventies-style outfits it was my prom photo.
So I embarked on a quest to find my high school sweetheart to get my hands on a photo… CONTINUE READING >>
Thirty nine years!
As my darling wife of thirty-three of those would say, “That’s almost forty!”
That got me thinking, if ever there was a quintessential picture of bad hair and silly seventies-style outfits it was my prom photo.
So I embarked on a quest to find my high school sweetheart to get my hands on a photo… CONTINUE READING >>
We wanted a small wedding – and thank God it was!Honestly, David (we’ll call him The Beanpole) wouldn’t have made it through otherwise.
It still strikes us strange that The Beanpole, who by that time had appeared on stage in front of hundreds of thousands of people as a musician, could be so nervous.
<–Just look at the body language! Have you EVER seen a more uncomfortable groom? Sheesh.
Our ideal wedding was… CONTINUE READING >>
We wanted a small wedding – and thank God it was!Honestly, David (we’ll call him The Beanpole) wouldn’t have made it through otherwise.
It still strikes us strange that The Beanpole, who by that time had appeared on stage in front of hundreds of thousands of people as a musician, could be so nervous.
<–Just look at the body language! Have you EVER seen a more uncomfortable groom? Sheesh.
Our ideal wedding was… CONTINUE READING >>
Have you ever wondered how we met? A one-night stand (not ours!), a beat-up old (heavy metal) car named the Sharkmobile, and the US Postal Service delivered a one-three punch we couldn’t ignore.
It might not be the most romantic story and, the odds most definitely were NOT in our favor, but… CONTINUE READING >>
Have you ever wondered how we met?
A one-night stand (not ours!), a beat-up old (heavy metal) car named the Sharkmobile, and the US Postal Service delivered a one-three punch we couldn’t ignore.
It might not be the most romantic story and, the odds most definitely were NOT in our favor, but… CONTINUE READING >>
